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Katsuki had been the moon for 5000 years. He had followed the same unending cycle, practically dragging the moon (she was a stubborn bitch) through the sky night after night. He had wrangled her very essence, glowing just as bright as she did. And yet, just like her, he sat in the suns shadow. If it had a shadow…
Katsuki lit up the sky with the moon, giving the mortals below something to hold hands and sigh under, and for what? To be thrown in with the ‘minor’ gods at every convention and meeting while the suns handler, Kikoutei sat along the ‘great ones’. Yes, maybe Kikoutei was older, but he was an arrogant bastard. And that was coming from Katsuki.
He wanted Katsuki below him, genuinely believing in his superiority. The god pulled whatever he could to keep the moon god from the main table, and excluded him from events.
Everytime the sun rose or set, he’d mock Katsuki, whining about his radiance (“a blessing on all those that see it!” He’d declare) being removed from the sky Katsuki would grit his teeth, suppressing his temper, and get on with his job. No time to mangle the sun god when you have a job to do.
He’d just throw around relics in his temple later.
And so the years went by, sun and moon swapping places, Katsuki ignoring the older, snarky god. Eventually the moon calmed down, and his job got easier, if more boring. It was like she pitied him.
It was so, so draining. The same thing day after day, loosely holding onto his chariot, picking at his fingernails and letting out a pulsating glow that would bring tears to mortals below. Maybe he mellowed out, maybe not. He couldn’t fucking tell. Life became so drab, it didn’t really seem to matter.
Until it did.
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Something was different.
Katsuki watched out his window at the sun, squinting up at it. For once he was thankful for godly sight, for even as his eyes burned, he knew he would be unharmed. He huffed.
It was almost noon, sun almost at its highest point, showing off like a prized steed. Fucker. He stared at it a few moments more, ignoring the envy stewing low in his gut. Maybe life would be better if he was as revered as the sun. It had been been over 5000 years, surely he should be able to sit with the elder gods. He knew Yagi wanted him to join them, but something was holding him back.
He suspected Kikoutei might play a part in that.
But now, as he watched the sun, it wasn’t nearly as straight and perfect as the bastard sun god knew how to do. It was completely imperceivable to mortal eyes, thank god (ha.) but Katsuki could see the wobble of the light, signs of an inexperienced driver. Confusion filled him, and he pulled away from the window, the sunlight dusting his hair replaced with his own luminescence. Should he call Yagi? Katsuki rolls his eyes at the thought. Even if Yagi favours him, he’s far too busy to have his attention focused on something as insignificant as the sun being a little shakey.
If Katsuki were to go to anyone, it would have to be Kikoutei. Fuck that.
He walks further into his temple, busying himself with any mindless task he can get his hands on.
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It’s getting darker.
Katsuki wanders through his temple, hands everywhere. His armour feels too tight, unpleasant verging on painful. Had it always been like this?
He moves down to where the moon rests in wait, so, so large, and stunningly gorgeous. If he wanted, he could easy grow and cup her in his hands, and yet he had a feeling she would be spiteful if he did. The strands that tie her to him and his chariot lay across the ground, thinner than spider silk and stronger than any thread or rope mortals could imagine.
Once tamed, nobody wanted her to be able to escape. There had been one time. The gods had ended up erasing all memory of the event from mortals, knowing that the rogue moon would have caused chaos and possible harm to the gods. That had been before Katsuki. He didn’t intent to let it happen again.
Katsuki swung into the chariot, hands tracing sharp silver curves and dangerous edges. A drop of gold dripped from his hand down the lustrous surface, landing on the cold marble floor. He watched it fall, waiting for his cue. Patience was not his strong suit.
He waited. Waited for his signal, for the suns warmth to hit him like a flash.
And suddenly it was there, heat scoring his skin. He kicked at the chariot, pushing the moon into motion, and grit his teeth against the explosive force rushing around him. It was more powerful than usual- the sun was too close, practically skimming the clouds that circled his temple. He snarled, glaring at the fiery wave that hit him, and pushed through it, anger bubbling in him. What incompetent dolt would fuck up a landing this bad- hell, what was that bastard Kikoutei thinking? The sun shouldn’t be setting this Far East. This time of year it was supposed to be closer to south- the entire route was off course.
Finally, he clears the suffocating heat, and whips his head back, watching the sun disappear over the horizon. His vision was blurry from the exposure, but he could clearly see the red that melted perfectly with the suns fire. That wasn’t Kikoutei.
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As soon as Katsuki landed, he stormed over to Kikoutei’s palace, marching through the halls and slamming the door to the throne room open. This was one of the days that Kikoutei typically had off- letting one of the lesser gods take the sun instead. It would be impossible to communicate with other gods if you had to fly the sun every single day. Unluckily, Katsuki’s days off usually fell on the same dates, so Kikoutei would take any chance he got to come over and berate the moon god on a ‘shoddy performance.’
The throne was gone.
Katsuki stopped short, mouth dropping open, and looked around. That throne was the pride and glory of Kikoutei. He would never remove it. Something was wrong.
He marched through the halls, swinging open doors. Servants and caretakers jumped back in fear, twisted faces only there for a split second before they vanished as Katsuki slammed the door shut.
He reached the last door, and just as he reached for the handle, it swung open.
Holy shit.
A mountain of a man stepped out, all tanned muscles etched with sharp lines and scars adorning the surface. His chest is bare, towel wrapped around his waist, and he’s looking down at Katsuki with the prettiest Ruby red eyes he’s ever seen. The moon god is barely able to tear his eyes away, glancing over the man’s chest once more for good measure before it falls on the faded purple, soaked, silky waist length hair curling around the man’s frame.
Well. He’s found his guy.
Who promptly shrieks, jumping back, cheeks beet red and suddenly radiating an insanely bright light as he stares at Katsuki. The blond god stared back, brain blank.
“C-can I help you?!” He snaps back to the present. The man had hidden himself back behind the door, embarrassed. Katsuki let himself have a moment of mourning for not being able to see those delicious pecs before shaking his head and putting on his usual scowl.
“Where’s Kikoutei?”
“Oh.” The man looked relieved. “He retired.”
“What?!” Katsuki exploded.
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Katsuki sat at the long table branded by the sun in the dining hall, staring absently at the grooves in the wood. The other man sat across from him, (unfortunately) fully clothed, and visibly nervous. After a moment, Katsuki looked up, and nodded. The man started to speak.
“So… Kikoutei has been the sun god for forever. I guess he got bored or something? But they needed someone new. I was in my volcano, and I got called up and invited to ‘become the sun.’ I wasn’t sure but they promised I would be perfect so I guess I just went along with it!” He chuckled, and the sound filled the room with warmth. Katsuki could see why they had wanted him. He blinked his thoughts away, snorting.
“Old fucker probably got offered a better job. If being the sun is anything like the moon, it’s boring as shit.”
The man tilted his head, and his eyes widened innocently, “I didn’t think it was boring at all! That first drive was amazing.”
Katsuki laughed, a full, raspy sound due to lack of use. “That’s probably because you drive like a maniac. I don’t know why Yagi didn’t strike you down, thinking you an imposter.”
“Oh come on! I wasn’t that bad!” The god- the new sun god, Katsuki realizes, whines, full lips in a pout that almost makes the blond want to pick up the table and hurl it across the room before closing the distance and-
“You were fucking awful.” A pause. “Well, that’s all I needed, I’ll be leaving. See you, Shitty Hair”
The god gasps, hands reaching to grasp at his mostly dried, curled hair with a look of mock offense.
“Hey man, not cool! It’s Kirishima Eijirou, remember it!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Fine. Bakugo Katsuki.” A smile plays across Kirishima’s lips, and Katsuki can’t help but turn back for a second, a grin of his own just barely suppressed. “Bye, Kirishima.”