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The next morning, Katsuki woke up with his legs wrapped around the other boy, lean arms wrapping around his muscular frame, limbs entangled like an intricate puzzle. The cold from Shouto’s right side was soothing, it made him feel grounded. He lifted his face off the other’s chest and saw his masterpiece from yesterday. Heh . Bruises of several colors littered across Shouto’s body, covering most of his neck and spreading across his shoulders. Angry red bites had calmed down and turned into pink, became shallow indentations on his skin. Katsuki felt proud.
Of course, Shouto had left his fair share of marks on him, that Half and Half bastard. Besides the purpling bruise on his hips the shape of slender hands, there were some hickeys from later that night. Fucker wanted to get even. Katsuki smirked, he was the clear winner of this little competition.
As much as he loved admiring his marks on Shouto, he had to get up and prepare breakfast. He had promised the bakusquad, and even though he didn’t owe them shit, he wanted to do it. Not that he would admit that out loud.
So he got his ass out of bed and went downstairs, leaving Shouto blissfully asleep. He looked so peaceful and cute. Besides, he would chew Katsuki’s ear off if he disrupted Halfie’s precious beauty sleep. Looking back, he snickered at the thought of Shouto having to sneak out of his room when he woke up. In addition to being a complete fool when it came to not acting suspicious, he was also unaccustomed to having to sneak around, since they spent most of their time in his room. The blond made a mental note to tease him about it later.
He made his way downstairs and went into the kitchen. He decided to make some miso soup, fried egg on rice, and natto. Those fuckers better appreciate me cooking for all 4 of them . He didn’t allow anyone other than Sato into the kitchen, who was one of the only people he respected in this damn class because he could cook. They shared the kitchen and had a non-verbal agreement not to bother each other if one of them was already there. So Katsuki knew where everything was like the back of his hand and moved around effortlessly. He prepared the dishes just in time for the others to come down. The bakusquad was, as always, loud as fuck. Katsuki thought back to his boyfriend sleeping on his bed.
“Keep your voice down, dumbasses, some people are still sleeping,” he said as he whacked Tape Face on the head with a spoon.
“Aww, Bakubro cares about the others! I knew it,” Shitty Hair joked.
“Keep that up and you’ll starve until lunch.”
Shitty Hair silently nodded. Katsuki wasn’t bluffing and he knew it. From experience.
They sat down and ate. He knew his cooking was fucking great but when the compliments started pouring from the others’ lips, Katsuki beamed at them. Though he noticed that, for some reason, Pikachu blushed a bit every time they made eye contact. Weird . He ignored it and continued eating.
As time passed, more people started coming downstairs. Earlobes stole some of Pikachu’s food, Deku complimented his miso soup (that fucker), some of the girls tried some of it from Racoon Eyes. But in a few minutes, the attention of the room quickly shifted from Katsuki’s cooking to something much more shocking: Shouto, who had walked into the kitchen. The artwork that was his neck was on full display for everyone to see, and Katsuki loved it.
“Woah, am I hallucinating or does Todoroki really have hickeys?” Racoon Eyes nudged Tape Face, whose mouth fell open when he saw the bicolored man.
“More like the hickeys have Todoroki. Dude, you dating a vampire are something?” He called out to Shouto.
“Mon ami, be as freaky as you want in bed, I’m not one to judge. But Aizawa might.” Aoyama winked, that French twink. “I can lend you some concealer if you want.” he added as he sparkled.
“I would feel a lot better if we weren’t discussing my love life,” IcyHot replied. “Please ignore me and continue enjoying your breakfast.” He turned away to face Deku and his loser friends. Psh. Whatever. It wasn’t like Katsuki was jealous of Shouto hanging with Deku’s fucking loser ‘squad’ more than Katsuki’s or anything. Definitely not.
“Hey Todoroki, how come you never mentioned seeing someone before?” Round Face asked, straight to the point. Katuski could bet his future no.1 spot that damn Deku was also itching to ask about it, probably barely holding himself back, waiting for someone else to speak first.
“The person I’m seeing and I don’t want to make our relationship public yet. It’s nothing personal.” He reassured her.
“Well, you don’t have to tell us who it is, but how are they? How long have you been seeing each other? Are you dating or is it just, umm, fooling around? Do we know them? What pronouns should I use? Oh, wait, maybe that’s why you don’t want to tell people. If they’re not a girl, I mean. That would make sense. Are they in the hero course? Another third year or from the underclassmen? You’re not close with many of the younger students, but you’re not that close with anyone outside of 1A really, so maybe they’re here. What about—“
“Midoriya please, respect Todoroki’s privacy. He’s told us that it makes him uncomfortable so we shouldn’t pressure him into saying anything he doesn’t want to.” Four Eyes interjected.
Nerd’s face visibly fell at that. “You’re right. You don’t have to tell us anything, Todoroki. It’s your business after all, not ours.” He grinned again, maybe to assure Shouto everything was fine. He did that too often. It was annoying.
“Thank you Midoriya, Iida. I won’t reveal any details about them. There are a couple reasons we don’t wanna tell people. It’s not a girl, so my father might be a problem. And they’re not really the emotional, publicly romantic, mushy feelings type.” Shouto smirked at that and looked straight into Katsuki’s eyes as he said it, that fucker. Just wait until our next date night, I’ll show you romance.
The class was exceptionally calm that day. No accidents beyond a few bruises or unexpected plot twists (the damn teachers loved to use shock factor in their lessons, for some reason) which was a win in his book. It was tiring, however, and Katsuki wanted— no, needed to take a shower as soon as possible. He was already recovering from last night, his muscles ached and his sleep schedule was disturbed, and even if he didn’t regret it one bit, it wore him out when combined with training. This is why we don’t have sex if there’s school the next day, Shouto would say if Katsuki complained to him. Fuck him, it was his fault for goading me.
They moved along to the locker rooms to change. The blond went up to his locker as always and took off his hero costume like always. He considered making some adjustments here and there, maybe ask that Hatsume girl if she had any suggestions. Maybe he could—
“Bro, what the fuck?” Sero exclaimed from behind him. “First Todoroki, now you? Why is everyone suddenly getting some?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Tape Face?” Katsuki scowled.
“Well, my dear explosive friend, whoever managed to finally tame the beast marked their territory,” The sparkly bastard chimed in.
What were these dumbasses—
Oh. OH.
Katsuki felt his face get hotter and redder, a fierce blush spreading across his cheeks. A few purpling-marks and faint bite marks were decorating his skin, but those weren’t noticeable enough for his classmates to notice. No, it was the angry purple bruise, shaped like the daint fucking fingers that held him tight, left on his waist by IcyHot in a not so feeble attempt to retaliate. It was normally covered by his clothing so he didn’t pay attention to covering it and forgot about it. But now, it was out in the open for everyone to see. He actually saw Shouto smirk in the corner of his eye, just barely but obvious enough for the blond. Well played, Halfie.
“It’s none of your fucking business, shitty extras,” Katsuki growled out. He fucking hated people prying into his personal life. It was uncharted territory and he felt out of control, so it got on his nerves.
“I bet it was Kirishima,” Sero continued, “You guys are either the most ‘no homo’ homos I know or you’re actually together.” He gasped.
“Have you been dating for all this time and hiding it from us? God, how could you?” Sparkles chimed in, somehow more dramatically than Tape Face. Drama queens. Just as Katsuki was about to threaten all of them and bury the topic forever, he saw that Shouto’s smirk had been replaced by a frown.
He was… Jealous ? It was Katsuki’s turn to smirk now. Let me give you a taste of your own fucking medicine, you Half and Half Bastard.
“Sero, let’s not make assumptions about the inner workings of this demonic gremlin’s heart,” Tokoyami interjected. “That being said, I swear upon my grave that it was Midoriya.” Katsuki grimaced. The thought of doing anything like that with the nerd made him want to puke his guts out. At least Shouto looked just as horrified at the thought, so he didn’t stop the discussion.
“You’re forgetting that he’s bi, not gay. What if it was a girl?” The fucking guy with the tail, whats-his-name, added to the conversation. “None of the girls from 3-A though. Maybe a younger one? They don’t hate Bakugou as much as the girls in the third year.” Most of them snickered.
“Valid point, but I don’t think he would do anything without having some kind of emotions involved, even if that emotion was frustration or hate. I mean, this is Bakugou we’re talking about,” Tape Face added. Katsuki had to admit, he was impressed with how accurate that was.
“10 bucks says the mystery partner is Todoroki and the abomination that is Todoroki’s neck is Bakugou’s work.” Shinsou smiled creepily, that observant asshole. “He seems like the type to overdo it.”
“Okay, that’s fucking enough, you fucking dumbasses. Go work on your own sex lives instead of thinking about mine.” Katsuki stopped the flow of conversation as they came close to reality, which would’ve been a fucking minefield to navigate. They couldn’t have the other dummies seeing the truth in Mindfuck’s words and figuring this shit out, could they?
“We’re just kidding bro, hook up with who you want. I’m happy if you’re happy.” Sero looked at him. “Besides, you letting off some steam is good for everyone.”
Katsuki huffed. Rolling his eyes, he got out of the room. He’d noticed that Pikachu had been exceptionally quiet during the discussion. A surprise, but not an unwelcome one. He realized the other blonde followed him out. Seriously, what’s going on with this guy?
“Hey man, can I talk to you for a minute,” he stammered. “Uhm, wow, this is really awkward, I uh—”
“Fucking spit it out, idiot,” Katsuki said to speed things up. He really needed a fucking shower.
“Well, I didn’t want to say this in front of the guys, but I kind of, um, heard you yesterday. And I know for a fact that it was Todoroki with you, so don’t try to deny it.” Kaminari finally said what was on his mind. “Just wanted to say, goddamn you two go hard, but keep it down for the sake of my pure ears. Also, this goes without saying, but I’m glad you two have whatever you have going on, and I won’t tell the others. That would be really uncool of me.”
Well shit. Apparently, Dunce Face wasn’t downstairs last night. And had heard enough , if not everything. They hadn’t exactly done a good job trying to prevent that. Should he leave Kaminari with the few pieces of information he’d gathered? Or would it be fine for him to clear it up, now that the cat was out of the bag? There was no point in trying to hide it now.
“If you breathe a word of what I’m about to tell you, you’re dead,” Katsuki warned. “Halfie and I are dating. Have been for almost four months. It’s great, I’m happy and we’re good for each other. I knew most of his family already but I even met his mom a few weeks back. I love him.” His voice got quieter in the last part, but he was sure Pikachu had heard it. Opening up was such a pain. (He was actually relieved and it made his relationship feel more real and less like a fantasy he’d been having for the past few months, but he would rather cut off his own foot before admitting that. Even to himself.)
“Bro what?! Our very own gremlin has fallen in love,” Kaminari teased, wiping off invisible tears from his eyes. “I’m happy for you guys. If he hurts you, I will fry his brain with the lethal dosage and I will never charge his phone again.”
Katsuki huffed out a laugh. He doubted his boyfriend would be easy to ‘fry’, but whatever.
“Oh also, we kinda traded conspiracy theories with Kirishima before I talked to you, so he knows that you guys are at least hooking up.”
He was gonna have to deal with that too. Fuck . After months of focusing on their relationship and not caring about other people, they had to come back to real life and face the consequences. Like telling their friends and maybe the entire fucking world. “Thanks for the heads up.”
The conversation quickly shifted to usual topics as they walked to the dorms. It felt normal, nothing had changed. Katsuki could get behind that.
“Bakubro!” Shitty Hair called out to him as they entered the dorms. Fuck, here we go. “I need to, um, talk to you about something.” They moved into the kitchen. Katsuki contemplated preventing the redhead’s awkward stammering. But after he went behind his back and talked about his love life with Pikachu, Kirishima deserved it.
“What is it, Shitty Hair?”
“Uhm, well, you know how Todoroki’s room is right next to mine?” He started blushing. Hehe, suffer asshole.
“Yeah.”
“And um, you know, the dorms aren’t exactly... soundproof.” Shitty Hair looked at him with despair, eyes begging him to get the hint. But Katsuki wouldn’t let him off the hook that easy.
“And? Is there a point to this?” He scowled impatiently.
“Look, dude, fuck this is hard to say, I mean you’re my bro, I don’t want to talk about…” He looked straight up in pain. Mission accomplished. “I know you two are hooking up. So does Kami.”
“I know Shitty Hair. We already talked with Dunce Face.” He breathed in. His cockiness from a few seconds ago had disappeared. Talking about feelings and shit is fucking hard. “We’ve been dating for four months. It’s not just sex. We usually hang out in Halfie’s room, and I would say sorry for the noise, but I’m really fucking not.” He grinned, Shitty Hair was almost as red as his hair. Katsuki had made it out safely, back to the familiar area of crude language and confidence.
“Oh. Well, that’s good to hear, man. I mean, I know we rarely talk about this stuff, but I’m happy for you guys.” He smiled, then soured. “Just… keep it down a little.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. It’s not my fault IcyHot is so fucking vocal.” He smirked. “Or I guess it kinda is .”
“Bro please, I’m begging you, spare me the details.” Kirishima grimaced again. “Or at least the ones I don’t already know. Let’s keep it wholesome.” Katsuki laughed. The poor redhead looked mortified.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go shower then talk to Shouto, thanks to you dumbasses meddling.” He narrowed his eyes with fake distaste.
“Sure man. You better come to movie night later. Mina said she’d drag you downstairs if she has to.” Katsuki laughed again. He blew them off last week and Racoon Eyes was still mad at him for it. If they all knew, you wouldn’t have to choose between cuddling and movie night. You could have both.
Did he want that? To tell everyone? Like, his friends, or everyone? Katsuki’s brain hurt. One step at a time. He didn’t want to push Shou too far.
“So they both know but haven’t told anyone else?” Shouto processed the news, presumably after removing Katsuki’s swearing and complaints from the story. was taking the news better than Katsuki had expected.
“Yeah.” The blond nodded. “I couldn’t really ask if you were okay with me telling them, it was the right call, right?” Katsuki never questioned his instincts, but this wasn’t just about him. He didn’t want to risk scaring Shouto away by moving too quickly.
“Don’t worry Tsuki, it was.” Shouto seemed pensive. “I actually wanted to talk to you about this but didn’t know when would be the right time. I’m ready to tell everyone. Whenever you’d like.”
“Shou are you sure? We don’t know how your old man’s gonna react, and it might hurt your career. Once it’s out there, you can’t take it back.”
“I don’t care how he reacts. We might lose some progress, but if he doesn’t accept this part of me then who cares about him? He doesn’t get to judge me after all the shit he did.”
Endeavor and Shouto had made up over the years but it still wasn’t perfect. Shou was still haunted by the past. No matter how much the flaming bastard tried to change, the damage he did to Shouto and the rest of their family would never heal. Katsuki fucking hated the guy, but if Shouto wanted to try forgiving him, Katsuki could try not blowing his face off.
“When it comes to our careers, I know it’ll hurt us a bit, but we wouldn’t be the first. I won’t hide all my life, I’m gonna come out sooner or later. I want to be able to show affection whenever I want. I want to hold your hand and not check if someone’s nearby. I want to kiss you and not worry about some journalists leaking it. I want you, Katsuki. And I want everyone to know.” Shouto took a breath to calm himself down, remembering they were still downstairs, where anyone could walk in. “I’m not pushing you, I know you don’t like being open about these things. You’re terrible at feelings and frankly, so am I. So I understand if you don’t want to tell others. But I’m ready if you are.”
Katsuki thought about it. Coming clean to Pikachu and Shitty Hair wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. It was awkward, unusual, and different, but he had felt so relieved afterward. They were his stupid friends, after all. And as much as he hated to admit it, the rest of the fucking extras in his class also had a place in his heart. They had gone through a lot of shit in the last 3 years, okay? Anyone would develop bonds like that under those circumstances.
Telling the rest of the world was scarier but there was an appeal to it that Katsuki couldn’t wrap his head around. Maybe it was his possessiveness, or being able to show off he had the most eligible bachelor in U.A, the designated pretty boy, the owner of thousands of hearts of teenagers. It felt good. He couldn’t understand what Shouto saw in him, but he was proud of getting Shou to love him back, of being the winner out of all those annoying fuckers. He guessed publicly proclaiming his victory would feel just as great.
“Let’s do it.” Katsuki looked straight into Shouto’s mismatched eyes, holding his hands and pulling him closer. “Fuck it, let’s do it right now.”
“Right now?” Shouto chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
“Right now.” Katsuki gently held onto the boy’s jaw, making him bend down and meeting his lips halfway. Shouto’s arms snaked around his waist, resting on his back. He felt at peace like this, as if he could stay here forever.
Shou broke their kiss, resting his head in the crook of Katsuki’s neck. “I love you,” he murmured, voice muffled.
“I love you too,” Katsuki whispered back, barely audible. His gaze caught on the bruises on Shouto’s neck and his smile turned into a smirk. “You could’ve at least tried to hide them.” He teased.
“There’s no way for me to hide them and you know it. It’s impossible.” Shouto whined.
“You wanna know what I think?” The blond turned his face, letting his hot breath hit Shouto’s ear. “You like me marking you. You’re showing it off, walking around with that on your neck, making sure everybody knows you’re mine.”
Shouto buried his face deeper in Katsuki’s shoulder, ears turning pink. “Shut up, you asshole. Let’s go to the common room and tell everyone. It’s too early for anyone to go up to the dorms, they should all be downstairs.”
They pulled apart, hands squeezing to comfort and give courage for what was about to come. They walked into the common room and Katsuki went right to the middle, naturally dragging Shouto with him.
“Hey, extras! Listen up cause we got some shit to say,” He yelled and their classmates gathered around, heads turning their way. No backing out now . “We're dating. Yes, he's gay, so no, you don't stand a chance, suck it, girls. You now have 1 minute of questions and reactions allowed. Anything after that will result in you getting blown to bits.”
A shocked silence settled on the room, followed by the noise from those that processed the bomb he had just dropped.
“Bakugou, I can’t believe you took the class pretty boy from us!” Racoon Eyes pouted, breaking the silence. “I’m happy for you two though! Maybe you won’t be so angry all the time, now that you’re in love,” she cooed.
“The hell is that supposed to mean, Pink Bitch?” Katsuki growled as Shouto mouthed ‘ignore him’ by his side.
“How long has this been going on, kero?” Asked Frog Face.
“About four months,” answered Shouto. He seems to be handling this well.
“Wait,” The tail guy ( what’s his name again? ) said. “If you two are dating, that means—”
“The hickeys!” Round Face caught on and yelled out. Everyone’s faces contorted, mortified; some of them were even impressed.
“So I was right,” Mindfuck smirked, recalling their earlier conversation in the locker room. “Pay up guys.”
“He’s like a dog marking his territory!” Soy Sauce Face made fun of Katsuki. Wait a fucking second—
“Say that one more goddamn time and I’ll blow your fucking arms off asshole!” He threatened. “It’s not my fucking fault every fucking extra at this school asks out Shouto. Your time’s up, no more questions.”
Deku had been uncharacteristically quiet. Katsuki knew that. He might’ve cared about what he thought, but more importantly, Shouto definitely did. So he motioned over to the loser squad (or dekusquad, fucking whatever) with his head, signaling to go over and talk with the shitty nerd. Shouto smiled softly, and it was so small and easy to miss, reserved only for Katsuki to see. They walked over to Deku, who looked confused, but also like everything suddenly made sense. Which was not supposed to an emotion that a normal fucking human should be able to convey with their fucking face. Then again, it was Deku. Nothing was normal when it came to him.
“I know you got something going on in your mind, so just fucking say it, nerd,” Katsuki pushed when he saw Shouto’s brow crease with worry upon seeing the nerd’s expression.
“I’m happy for you both Kacchan, but…” Deku’s eyes moved to the floor. “I know Kacchan wouldn’t talk to me about this, but why didn’t you, Todoroki? I mean, four months! Did I do something that made you think I would react badly or judge you? I’m so sorry if that’s the case. I… I just want you to be able to talk to me about this stuff, you know.”
“Midoriya of course it’s not because I was worried about your reaction. I mean, at first yes, a bit, because you and Katsuki have a certain history. But later I just didn’t tell you because we had decided to keep it to ourselves, and I didn’t want to share it if it would’ve made Katsuki uncomfortable.”
“Look Deku, you’re not exactly at the top of my list of people I can trust with secrets.” Katsuki huffed out, hoping the nerd picked up on what he was alluding to. You literally blurted out important information about yourself and All Might a week after it happened, dumbass.
Deku’s eyes widened ridiculously, showing that he did, in fact, pick up on it. “Oh. Right.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, again, I’m happy for you two. I know these types of things aren’t exactly easy for you. I mean, one of you isn't great at social situations, not that it’s your fault, and the other is emotionally constipated. No offense, Kacchan.”
“Thank you Midoriya.” Shouto smiled.
“Yeah yeah, whatever nerd.” Katsuki rolled his eyes. All this mushy shit made him feel uncomfortable and fuzzy at the same time.
The hardest part was yet to come, dealing with the media would be a pain in the ass for sure, and there was no telling how the flaming fuck that was supposed to be Shouto’s father would react. But right now, surrounded by their friends, holding each other's hands, grumbling and begrudgingly chatting with them was all that mattered. This was what made it worth it.