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When Hitoshi first moved in with Katsuki, he’d almost thought he was making a mistake. Not because he didn’t want to be there, but because he wanted to be there more than he knew how to handle. His feelings for the blonde were a problem, and they’d been a problem since they were in second year of high school. He’d never said anything because Katsuki was his best friend and the thought of ruining everything that they’ve built with one another because of his inappropriate feelings made his chest feel like it was caving in.
So he never said a word.
Now, living together was enough. Hitoshi was the first one to see Katsuki in the mornings. Whether or not he had a late patrol and was just getting home and the other man was leaving. Or if he had a day off or a short mission, they were always in each other's orbit. Katsuki cooked for them a lot of the time, especially after Hitoshi had come home and promptly collapsed because he hadn't eaten anything for the duration of his entire mission because adrenaline kept him going. Katsuki made sure he ate and Hitoshi made sure that he got some rest. Because even though Hitoshi is the one with insomnia, he knows Katsuki is always moving.
It was almost as if the guy was looking over his shoulder all of the time and Hitoshi had been so confused. Because those are signs and he didn’t want to bring it up if Katsuki didn’t want him to know. But he did little things in those movements of his.
Katsuki sat near the door and his room was also the closest to the front door. Hitoshi’s room was farther away, almost to the other end of the apartment. And their spare room was between them. It seemed as though he was always alert and he didn’t even know if Katsuki realized he was doing it. Placing himself in between Hitoshi and a threat.
It was sweet in a way, but it was also very concerning. Because Katsuki is very much aware that Hitoshi is a trained underground hero. He places himself in danger everyday, just like Katsuki does being a pro hero. Hitoshi can take a giant man down with nothing but his momentum, he’s trained in combat and can literally brainwash people. Yet Katsuki continues to do it.
Now Hitoshi knows about the sludge incident, and the kidnapping from the league. He’d be stupid not to know, and Katsuki has confided in him about it. But they haven’t really talked about it. And Katsuki continues to display behavior that shows signs of him being paranoid or protective. Now, Hitoshi’s not a doctor, but he grew up in foster homes and got treated like absolute shit, he knows the signs. He displays them, but Katsuki doesn’t seem to be protecting himself with the behavior.
He’s protecting Hitoshi.
Hitoshi who could outrun Katsuki, who’s more flexible and quick with his movements. So at first, he was a bit miffed about it. But that feeling quickly went away, after some observations because it was clear that Katsuki wasn’t going to say anything about it. And then he wasn’t so miffed, because he realized that Katsuki wasn’t doing it because he didn’t think Hitoshi was capable of taking care of himself. He was doing it because he cared . And that really changed his entire perspective.
Because now everytime he sat on the couch by the door and Hitoshi had to sit on the other side. Instead of being upset, he felt a flush rising to his cheeks.
And it only got worse when they went out in public together. Especially since Katsuki was starting to get recognized and he could tell that the man disliked most of the attention. Even if he pretended to relish in it, his discomfort was obvious to Hitoshi because he sees him every single day and knows so much about him. But while Katsuki got recognized, Hitoshi didn’t. To everyone around them, Hitoshi was just a civilian.
A pretty civilian apparently.
Which Hitoshi didn’t quite understand. He looked exhausted all of the time because he was. No matter how much sleep he got. But that and his shitty attitude towards strangers never stopped them. Apparently his height didn’t either, because in bars, people didn’t have any manners. And when Hitoshi got hit on in Katsuki’s hearing range, every reaction made Hitoshi want to drop to his knees on the floor right here. Because he knew Katsuki was protective of his friends, but this made his heart race every time.
One of the first times it happened, Hitoshi had barely even gotten his “fuck off” out before he was moved away from the situation. He’d heard Katsuki coming but he didn’t think that the man would walk up and wrap his arm around his waist, and pick him up, one handed and move him away. Hitoshi had thought he was going to pass out, and had forgotten all about the guy hitting on him by the time he was placed on his feet.
Then another time, Katsuki spoke before the person had even gotten their full sentence out, interrupting the flirting with a sharp and mean, “ I’ll knock your teeth out if you keep talking.”
Hitoshi wanted to do sinful things to him.
But Katsuki never said a word about it. Not even when Hitoshi teased him. Not a single reaction and it almost rang alarm bells in his head, because Katsuki not reacting to his bratty tone? It was almost unheard of. So it didn’t help matters, because it meant that he was only doing it to be a good friend. And the one reply he had got was “you deserve better than some extra.” And never said another thing about it.
So Hitoshi stopped teasing him. But it still made his heart race. To have the care of someone like that, even if he didn’t return his feelings. Hitoshi has never had someone do anything like that before, and he’s come to like that he has support like that. A friend that cares, even if that’s all they'll ever be.
Because Hitoshi has never even seen Katsuki with a guy. Or really anyone for that matter. Sometimes he comes back late, smelling a little like perfume but Hitoshi never asks and there’s nothing else ever obvious on him. So he doesn’t have anything to question, and even if he did ask, Katsuki is allowed to do whatever he wants. Because they’re not together, and they probably never will be. No matter what Mina says, he thinks she’s just a romantic.
Things change a little when Hitoshi is assigned a mission that will take a couple of months. At least two. It’s not his longest, but it will be the longest he’s been undercover without the ability to contact anyone. His other missions he’s been able to make calls at least. But this one is strictly no contact.
He doesn’t even know a lot of the details. The only paperwork he was given was cryptic and made his stomach roll and coil in discomfort. But he couldn’t say no, this was his job and the pay was good. So he’d shredded the paperwork and Katsuki sat in his room with him while he got ready. A distant look on his face and Hitoshi knows it’s because they can’t talk.
Hitoshi hates when he isn’t sure if Katsuki is safe and they’ll call about dinner or breakfast or something as a check in. And now neither of them can do that for two months. It’s going to be weird and uncomfortable, they haven’t gone a day without speaking since they became friends. Because they were all close like that. But with Katsuki, he knows it’s going to affect him.
“Everything will be fine.” Hitoshi murmurs, sitting on the ground in front of his mirror in his bedroom while he ties his hair to his scalp, as much as it’ll go anyways. He says it for them both, but for himself because he needs to go into this with a positive and focused mindset.
“You don’t know that.” Katsuki snaps, and Hitoshi looks at him with a raised eyebrow through the mirror and the man sighs, running a hand through his hair. And then it’s quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room is the band Hitoshis tying into his hair. Because it’s getting quite long and showing his curls and he refuses to cut it.
Then Katsuki speaks again, quieter, softer, “Sorry.”
Hitoshi hums, “It’s alright.” Because it is.
Katsuki continues to speak after a short nod, “I just- hate that you won’t be able to call me if something goes wrong, I hate not knowing you’re at least okay.” And Hitoshi’s heart does that flip thing once again.
“I know…” Hitoshi exhales, done fighting with his hair, “But, I think that it’s safer for me not to call. They wouldn’t imply it otherwise.”
It makes sense, being no contact. Because if it’s that strict, he believes that it is safer. And Hitoshi won’t risk being compromised on a mission if he doesn’t absolutely have to. As much as he hates it, it’s a clear necessary precaution for him and he’s going to follow that.
“Doesn’t mean I won’t worry.” Katsuki mumbles, almost as if he didn’t want Hitoshi to hear him anyways. So Hitoshi lets him be and goes to get dressed in one of his hero suits. This time it’s the one that will protect him the most, durable fabric, almost plain looking and a little tight if you didn’t know exactly what you were looking at. Plus, the tear proof fishnets to give him some mobility were a nice touch. He’ll have to thank Mei the next time he sees her.
Now though he doesn’t have time to sit around and grabs his binding cloth and hugs Katsuki bye, not letting himself hold on for too long before he lets go, and cherishes the “Be safe.” He gets as he goes out the door and to the meeting point.
The mission itself doesn’t make much sense. But it’s straightforward and he can wear the outfit given to him over his current clothes. So he’ll be marginally safer than he would’ve been without it. He’s meant to collect information before the two months is over and then if he has enough to bring the guy in. But the no contact order makes more than more sense every single day.
There are cameras everywhere in this building, even in the room he’s staying in as a guest. One in the wall lamp, one in the tv and one in the doorway that is hidden by a bland photo. There’s even a camera in his bathroom, pointing up from the floor. He has zero privacy and doesn’t even get on his phone, doesn’t even have it turned on. He’s completely off the grid to anyone outside of his hotel that’s actually not a hotel at all.
The owner lives on the top floor, which is odd in itself. Because what owner of a hotel actually lives in the hotel? The man also rarely leaves, Hitoshi’s only ever seen him walk out the front door once in the month he’s been here. And it was early morning, right when breakfast started and there was only a few people around.
But Hitoshi is quite certain that only a couple of people, including himself, were the only actual guests. Everyone else is here for something specific.
Plus every worker in the building, doesn’t seem to actually work here. They all carry weapons, carefully hidden but Hitoshi has enough training to know what a damn gun looks like. And it makes him wonder if they’re just a precaution, since he’s so used to seeing people like this rely completely on their quirks if they have one. It only makes him wonder if that aspect will make it harder or easier to complete the mission.
He quickly discovers, early into the second month that it’s actually easier. Hitoshi won’t get lucky like this again. The boss invited him to some party they’re having. And Hitoshi had pretended to be charmed as the man flirted with him and every word the man spoke, every little touch to his arm, made Hitoshi miss Katsuki that much more. But he’d played along, because he can flirt, even if he never really wants to. Now though, for the mission he does it and secures an invitation and a dance with the man himself.
How lucky it is that he brought a suit with him just in case.
That night, he feels locked in this man’s arms. It’s certainly his target. He’s not even trying to hide it, and Hitoshi thinks that this guy might be married, or something. But at the moment he doesn’t particularly care because this is the closest he’s ever been to a target before. It’ll be the easiest job he’s ever done.
And as they dance he thinks about it, as he’s held too tight, fingertips that are surely going to leave bruises on his waist. How terrible, how awful it’s going to be when he hits the ground. Hitoshi will have to cry, he’ll have to make it believable so they’ll escort him out. And he reaches for the small gun in his pants while he’s dipped and stared at leeringly when he hears something he never thought he’d hear in a place like this.
“Papa?” A voice calls out; the music almost drowning it out but he hears it. It’s a child, looking for their parent. And Hitoshi removes his hand from the gun and lets himself be put back into wandering hands as he glances around, trying to not get noticed. And the man seems to be too busy groping his ass so Hitoshi can look around, using the man’s shoulder, as if he’s drunk and can barely hold himself up to look.
As his eyes glance, he sees her. She’s maybe 4 years old at the most. Her hair is a pretty brown, but it’s her eyes that catch his attention. Purple and gorgeous, wide and looking around so animated. Taking in all of her surroundings.
“Seems like you had too much to drink.” The man sounds smug in Hitoshi’s ear and he might just go ahead and shoot him now anyways. Kid in the room or not.
Hitoshi stops them from dancing and pulls back, giving him a dazzling fake smile. “Let me freshen up, then we can go back to having such a good time.” He says it with a slur so he’s more convincing and with the way he grins back at Hitoshi, it worked.
“Good, I’ll do my speech and then I’ll take you somewhere more comfortable.” He leers and Hitoshi wants to push him out of the window. But he nods; and he’s walking towards the bathroom, but not before tracking the room and sees the girl running towards that man.
The action makes him stop, because it can’t be. That man is one of the worst people he’s ever met, there’s not a way that she’s his. But his concern turns into fears as he hears the sound of guns raising as she runs towards him. Her excited smile not deflecting them in any way.
Hitoshi throws the entire mission out of the window and pulls his own gun out, launching himself over to her and she makes a surprised noise when he makes contact, gun firing as they roll away and he tucks her close. He puts her underneath a table, and she’s staring at him all starry eyed, “You stay right here okay? Cover those ears for me.”
“Okay!” She smiles and Hitoshi pauses at her acceptance before nodding and leaving her there and he has to duck and move and avoid gunfire and this mission is fucked. So he murmurs a small “fuck it.” And shoots his target right between the eyes. Ignoring the shouts it causes, the mayhem of the rest of the guests helps though. Their fear, them running all around, makes it harder for the rest of those thugs to spot Hitoshi. And so he goes back to where he put the little girl and grabs her.
Without thinking he takes her and runs. Shielding her and holding her tightly as he runs towards the window, pulling out his gun, as he keeps her against him and shooting the window.
It shatters and he jumps moments later, he drops the gun and instead grabs his binding cloth that’s been wrapped around his arms and wrapping it around a pole and then he’s descending like he normally does.
Only then does he notice that there’s laughter coming from his chest. The child is laughing, they just both escaped near death and she’s laughing as they scale down a building.
Hitoshi finds himself smiling with her, and he can’t stop the smile as he makes it back to where his car’s been parked this entire time. He sits her down and buckles her in.
“Are you my papa? My mama is gone and she told me to go find my papa, he lived in that building and you saved me!”
Hitoshi feels his heart twist at her words, and he realizes that maybe that man he just shot was her dad, but she definitely wouldn’t have gotten to stay with them and it doesn’t help that her mom is also gone. So Hitoshi continues to throw all caution to the wind and says, “Well our eyes match don’t they kid?”
She squeals and he suddenly feels like he made the right choice. Even if he’s definitely got cuts from the glass all over him. Because this damn suit didn’t protect much. But he doesn’t regret it. Even if he’s going to need to clean up, and report this disaster.
“What’s your name?” Hitoshi asks as he drives, going back to his and Katsuki’s apartment. Trying to not think of what the man himself is going to say.
“Shiori!” She states with a tired smile, and he gets it, “What’s yours papa?”
His chest feels like it’s caving it but he answers her, “Hitoshi.”
Katsuki is going to kill him.
But before he meets an early death, he looks behind him in a mirror and sees that Shiori has fallen asleep. She really probably should be in a car seat but Hitoshi can’t particularly do anything about that right now. Since he’s never had a child in his car until today. Obviously he wasn’t prepared because he doesn’t make reckless decisions like this. But he did and he can’t bring himself to regret it.
Though he takes this moment and pulls over and pulls out his phone to call his agency and tell them about the mission before he gets home. He’ll file the actual report later. And every detail he gives, Shiori isn’t mentioned once, he knows what they’d do. She’d go straight into foster care and he can’t let that happen. So Hitoshi blames the mission ending the way it did on himself. Coming up with a shit excuse, that one of them saw his weapon and open fired. He gets scolded for it but he killed the target so that’s all that really matters.
Plus he got enough information on that entire organization to get them shut down. To get a team out there and handle the rest of them. And that’s good enough for Hitoshi. When he gets off of the phone, he simply exhales for a moment and hopes that it doesn’t get on the news before he gets home. No one saw him jump so he knows he’s fine there, the agency would’ve said something.
But now he’s driving again and he’s not worried about the mission. It’s done and it’s over. He’s more worried about telling Katsuki and getting the blood out of this seat he’s in. One is decidedly more important than the other and he heaves himself out of the car, briefly wondering what he even looks like as he opens the back door and gets her out of the car. Careful so he doesn’t wake her up, and now that he gets a better look at her, she’s so damn small.
Her coat is a little too big and she’s got two different socks on underneath her shoes. But she’s bundled and doesn’t look unhealthy, so he hopes that she was at least taken care of.
Then he’s carrying her up the stairs, his footsteps quiet in the hallway as he approaches the apartment and wonders if Katsuki is on patrol tonight and a part of him hopes so, but also, the only thing he wants to do is see him. Even if he is terrified of how he’s going to react. Because now that he thinks about it, now that his adrenaline is running out, he’s pretty certain his leg is bleeding because it hurts everytime he takes a step.
Hitoshi leans against the door to try and find his keys but before he can even try and find them, the door opens a little and he startles at the action, hissing to stand himself back up and when he’s steady the door suddenly swings all of the way open and there stands Katsuki. In a pair of pajama pants and no shirt, Christ. Staring at him with wide eyes, as if he’s a ghost.
“Hey Tsuki.” Hitoshi murmurs and Katsuki grabs his arm and takes him inside and shuts the door behind him and he watches the moment that Katsuki actually notices Shiori sleeping in his arms.
“Toshi…” Katsuki starts, eyes locked onto the child and Hitoshi does feel bad, he does, and it’s hard to wait for him to actually fucking say something before the need to sit down becomes too great, “Is that a child ?”
“It is.” Hitoshi hums, heart racing, “Her names Shiori.” As if he’s telling him the weather and because he can’t keep awkwardly standing in the entryway. He walks past him, slow going and he feels Katsuki’s eyes scanning his entire body, even more so when he follows silently and those eyes don’t leave him as he lays her on the couch and grabs the blanket they keep on the back of it and draping it over her so she stays warm.
He stands back up straight, and Katsuki speaks again, “Why the hell do you have her?” He questions and Hitoshi wishes he could fucking answer that. Because he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know why he did anything he did tonight.
But he says the only thing he can think of, “I shot her dad.” And then he’s limping to the bathroom, because yeah his fucking leg hurts. Katsuki exhales harshly before he’s no longer walking on his own and he lets out a soft grunt as he’s picked up. It’s effortless and is a nice distraction from the pain in his leg. Unfortunately the bathroom is close so he gets put back down.
“Strip and tell me what happened.” Katsuki states and Hitoshi has to fight every cell in his body to not react to any of that. He speaks while he starts to take the suit off. He tells him about the start of the mission as he undoes the tie and takes the jacket off. Throwing both in the trash without care because it’s tainted and ruined anyways. He undoes his pants and Katsuki helps him pull them down because of his leg as he talks about the man and the dancing and Hitoshi’s entire plan.
He’s unbuttoning his shirt when he gets to Shiori and Katsuki’s had a terrifying look on his face for a minute but it softens a little when he tells him what happened. But not before making a face when he shares that he jumped out of a window.
As he throws the shirt in the trash, Katsuki gets the first aid kit out, and turns back to him while he gets everything ready. Hitoshi doesn’t question him and lets him have this silence.
“The agency doesn’t know about her?” Katsuki questions, and Hitoshi shakes his head.
“They’d put her in the system if they did…” and Katsuki inhales sharply before sighing and resting his hand on his bare thigh.
“She can stay.” Katsuki states, and Hitoshi’s head snaps up and he looks at the man across from him with wide surprised eyes at his easy agreement and the man scoffs. “As if you hadn’t already decided when you brought her here.”
Hitoshi flushes at being so easily read, but Katsuki knows him so well, “I just… couldn’t leave her there.”
“I know Toshi, we'll figure it out.” Katsuki replies, sounding sure of himself and Hitoshi can’t help but believe him. “Now, let me look at you so you stop bleeding on the floor.”
Hitoshi huffs a laugh and leans on the sink counter. Nothing's broken, he knows that. But he’s definitely bruised and needs some bandages on the cuts he has. And he’s easily able to sink into Katsuki’s silence as he works, he likes it. How easy he helps Hitoshi. Luckily he starts with Hitoshi’s leg, cleaning it and placing the bandages around it with pressure, and once he’s done he sighs in relief. It feels better already.
“I swear your hands are magic.” Hitoshi sighs as he starts to work on the smaller wounds. Katsuki huffs a laugh as he places a bandage on his arm.
“You’re rid-“ and Katsuki pauses and the pause makes Hitoshi open his eyes back up with a furrowed brow.
“What’s wrong?” Hitoshi questions, before following his gaze and his eyes stop on his own waist, where those bruises he was sure would appear currently sit. The shape of five fingertips on either side of him. And Hitoshi hums. “I told you that we danced.”
“You’re telling me, that those are from dancing?” Katsuki asks, and when Hitoshi meets his eyes, he finds an expression he’s never seen before on his face and Hitoshi nods.
“Yes, I didn’t say it was enjoyable. He just held on too tight, it’s not a big deal.” He shrugs because it wasn’t awful but that reaction means that he’s not saying anything else about what specifically happened. He can almost taste the protective energy radiating from Katsuki and he honestly missed him so much, and he’s glad that’s where his brain is going, because he’s got too little on to have any other type of reaction.
“Not a big deal…” Katsuki exhales, sounding as tired as Hitoshi feels, but it doesn’t seem like it’s the same sensation. But he also doesn’t think he wants to ask, it doesn’t seem like a good time. “He’s the one you killed?”
Hitoshi nods, “Yeah, he was the one in charge.” And Katsuki hums in reply.
“Good.”
Katsuki’s fingers ghost over the marks already present and Hitoshi breathes out, thankful to be home again. And Katsuki helps him get off the counter, even though he doesn’t think he really needs it.
They both stop when they see Shiori sleeping on the couch, and is suddenly grateful their apartment has another room. Because he already dislikes that she’s sleeping on the couch. Hitoshi moves forward before Katsuki does and plops himself down on the loveseat.
He thinks that they’ve got this, whatever may come from it.
It becomes very clear to Hitoshi as the next few days go by that Katsuki has not a damn clue about children. He’s oddly awkward and soft around her, like he doesn’t know what to do. He’s so sweet. And Hitoshi has to hide his grin as they put together her room.
Shiori is incredibly attached to Hitoshi, but that’s a given, he brought her here. But she’s quickly realizing that Katsuki is the one that feeds them and that seems good enough for her to be happy that he’s there. As if Katsuki doesn’t own the damn apartment, it makes Hitoshi chuckle as he thinks about it while curtains go up on her window.
Shiori is playing with a stuffed animal on the floor they brought home from the store while he works and when Katsuki comes back in the room, he goes back to putting her bed together and it’s easy to organize and get her things together because they probably and most definitely went overboard.
They’d gotten everything over the last couple of days because neither of them could stand her sleeping on the couch. She was quiet at the store and wouldn’t let Hitoshi even think about putting her down but she still picked out things she wanted every time she unhid her face from his neck.
Apparently she really loved pandas. It was unexpected but she lit up when they found a sheet set with the animal on it. So she got them, and she got the stuffed panda she’s currently playing with and then they got her clothes and her bedroom set and now the both of them had a toddler moved into their apartment.
When Hitoshi brought attention to it, she’d gotten really excited and it almost broke his heart when she replied to him and said, “I get to stay? With my own room?”
He’d looked at Katsuki who was staring right back at him while he answered with a soft, “Yeah sweetheart, you do.” Their eye contact not breaking even when she squealed and stood in her chair cheering about it. Because each day, she was reminding him more and more of himself and he wishes he had someone like them when he was a child because he never got a yes.
So Hitoshi comes to find out that it’s really hard for him to say no to her. Not that she doesn’t look immensely grateful every single time he says yes, but he knows that he probably shouldn’t do that. Especially when he caved to another stuffed animal and Katsuki sends him a look in the middle of the store. But he can’t help it and it’s not like he doesn’t have the money. Some of his underground work pays incredibly well. And this last one was one of those times.
But even with all of the looks, Katsuki can’t say shit because he’s as weak as Hitoshi is. Even if he’s still all awkward around her, he lets her help him in the kitchen, even if she makes a huge mess of it. Shows her all kinds of foods that she’s never tried before and all in all, every moment Hitoshi witnesses of them together makes him want to kiss Katsuki more.
It’s becoming a problem.
Worse than he was before he brought Shiori here and was welcomed with open arms. Which in itself was enough to send him reeling for a few days. Because Katsuki, no matter how awkward he is, he is really good with her and it was awful on his heart.
He helped her put her shoes on when they went somewhere, and cut her food when she couldn’t take bigger bites. And Hitoshi got to witness it all, how soft he became with her, and he didn’t yell very much. Not that he’s been like that for a few years, he’s quieter in general, but not once has he raised his voice then he dropped a pan in the kitchen and yelled for it and scared her. Even if Hitoshi hadn’t even blinked from it, he himself had only reacted when she made a scared whimper.
Katsuki had frozen, after coming into the doorway of the living room and seeing her completely hidden against Hitoshi will little tears soaking his shirt.
He hasn’t done it again since.
But, one of Hitoshi’s favorite, more positive moment was the first time she’d decided that she wanted Katsuki to be her daddy because Hitoshi was her papa. Because up until recently it had only been Hitoshi who’d been called papa, and she’s been referring to Katsuki as Tsuki , because it’s what Hitoshi called him.
It went like this.
Hitoshi and Shiori were in her bedroom, she was ‘helping’ him fold her laundry and put it away. Luckily she didn’t seem to mind that he refolded what she’d just done. Her throwing a fit at random times was a new thing she was doing. But if she was finally going to express herself, then Hitoshi wasn't going to complain. She was a good kid.
It was an easy going time of the day. And he’d heard Katsuki walking around the apartment, doing whatever he was doing and when he listened close enough it was clear he was in the kitchen. And had a feeling that they were going to have a snack coming their way. The only food Katsuki didn’t force them to sit at the table for. But force is a strong word. He made the food, they’ll eat it where he puts it.
Shiori was humming, looking adorable in her panda pajamas because Hitoshi hadn’t gotten her dressed yet for the day. And she’d heard Katsuki’s footsteps coming towards them. Hitoshi had watched her perk up at the noise, and stood up, folding laundry completely forgotten, not that Hitoshi was complaining, and ran to meet him at the door.
“Daddy wanna help!” She’d exclaimed and Hitoshi had frozen on the spot, clothes midair, not quite making it to the drawer as his head snapped around to look over to them. She’d just called Katsuki, daddy. As if she had been doing it this entire time. And as she stood there with her arms in the air to likely spill some of the plate after it was handed to her, Katsuki was just standing there. Possibly more frozen than Hitoshi.
It put Hitoshi in motion. He stood, leaving the clothes behind and going over to them. Patting Shiori on the head softly and taking the plate from Katsuki before he’s the one that drops it instead.
“How about I get it instead Shi?” He doesn’t look away from Katsuki who for the first time in a long time kind of looks like he’s going to start crying, “Give daddy—“ ignoring the sound Katsuki makes, “-just a second, go to your little table and sit down.” Hitoshi continues speaking and she cheers and goes over and Hitoshi takes the plate and sits it down.”
She’s singing some song about apples and peanut butter in the background as Hitoshi goes back over to Katsuki and he smiles at him, a secret little smile just for the two of them and does the only thing he knows might help and hugs him.
Arms immediately wrap back around him and hold him close. And it’s times like these he wishes it was a little more real than what it is. That they’re just friends raising this little girl.
“She called me daddy.” He whispers like it’s a secret. And Hitoshi smiles into his neck, there’s that softness again. The one he rarely shows anyone besides them now. Katsuki’s happy. So happy that Hitoshi thinks he can feel it radiating off of him and seeping into Hitoshi.
“Well you are her daddy aren’t you?” Hitoshi poses it as a question, even if its voice is a little teasing. He’s speaking just as quietly and Katsuki’s breathing catches. Hitching before he speaks.
“Yeah, yeah I am.”
Hitoshi never fully recovers after that moment. Because as soon as it clicks in Katsuki’s head that Shiori is a part of their family, he starts to do the same thing he already does to Hitoshi.
He unconsciously protects them both now.
It started unconsciously for Katsuki. He didn’t mean to do it at first, and didn’t even realize until Hitoshi started teasing him, and then abruptly stopped doing so. This revelation was before Shiori, was before they were raising a child together. He’d see Hitoshi’s sharp mouth about to say something that would get him in trouble or on occasion he’d see him nervous around someone and Katsuki always stepped in without realizing what he was doing had any meaning at all.
They lived together, they saw each other all of the time, Hitoshi was apart of his daily routine. So when he started noticing what he was doing, he tried to stop but he couldn’t bring himself to. Not when the spot on the couch became Hitoshi’s and his room was already farther away from the front door. It was things they’d both let happen.
Then Hitoshi went on his two month long mission. And Katsuki spent the entire two months distracted. It was noticeable on patrol that he was distracted and when he went home to an empty apartment, he didn’t know exactly what to do. He made too much food and he missed the silent presence that Hitoshi had about him when he was in the room. Where you could just feel him.
But when he came back home, it was in a flourish, covered in injuries and a child cradled to his chest. And he’d wanted to tear a dead man apart, wanted to bring him back so he could do it himself for leaving fingerprints on Hitoshi.
On someone that’s not even his, but he feels deep-seated rage anytime something happens to him or if anyone disrespects him. It’s like he can’t control himself, Hitoshi makes him feel things he’s never felt before.
And it makes him stare and observe until he knows every single detail of Hitoshi’s face. Katsuki knows what he looks like when he’s tired or uncomfortable. He knows what he looks like when he’s annoyed or genuinely happy. His newest favorite emotion though, is the softness in his eyes when he looks at Shiori.
It’s a new expression but everytime he makes it, Katsuki can’t stop looking at him. The first time it happened, he was holding her in his arms and showing her how to hold a utensil so she could eat; was settling her into her new seat to eat and Katsuki thought he was the one that needed to sit down. Maybe for a minute or at least an hour to process the emotions welling up in him.
Then it keeps happening because Hitoshi is a natural with her. At first it made him feel a little inadequate, because he just felt so awkward around the child. But that feeling went away quickly watching him with her. How soft he was, and Katsuki would feel awkward for the rest of his life. If he got to watch Hitoshi show her a book she couldn’t read before bed over and over.
It started to eat at him, make him wonder if he could just have this life. If it would change at all if Katsuki told him how he feels, if it meant they could be a real family. As if that thought would offend Hitoshi, as if it doesn’t offend him himself for thinking it. Because they are a real family, Katsuki just really wishes that he could kiss him too.
Because he’s smiling a lot more. Way more than he usually does after missions and it’s even better that Hitoshi gets time off between missions like that. He likely won’t get another long one for a while. And the agency he works for, actually gives time off. Times changed after they graduated and now neither of them are being worked to death.
Which is great, because while he goes on patrol, all he wants to do is get the day over with and come back to the apartment. Unfortunately that want comes to bite him in the ass and he’s ultimately the reason that all of their friends find out about Shiori. Or well, Mina finds out and promptly tells everyone about it.
It happened like this.
While on patrol with Mina, his phone rang while they were walking down the street and without thinking about it, he pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. Hitoshi’s face was looking back at him and he unconsciously smiled and ignored the snort that Mina let out next to him.
“Hey, everything okay?” He asked when he answered because Hitoshi is definitely more of a texter. But the voice that answered him distinctly wasn’t Hitoshi and his entire demeanor softened just hearing her voice.
“Hi daddy!” Shiori exclaimed.
“Hi sweetheart.” He murmured and next to him he glanced over and saw Mina standing there like a deer in headlights and he cursed in his head but he’s not going to not talk to her like that, he’d feel terrible about it all damn day.
“Can we haf movies tonight?” She asks and he can distinctly hear Hitoshi in the background, laughing softly because he imagines that she had demanded that they call and ask Katsuki this so clearly very important question in the middle of patrol.
“You want to watch a movie tonight?” He asks, to clarify.
“Yes!” She exclaims and Katsuki huffs a laugh.
“Yes, we can watch a movie tonight Shi, you didn’t have to ask.” He states softly, not even walking anymore and Mina is next to him watching him like a hawk as she rocks on her heels.
She huffs on the other side of the phone, “I wanted you to be here!” And his heart melts and he hears Hitoshi’s voice again and promptly wants to either smack himself in the face or run until he passes out.
“Here let me talk to daddy.” His voice comes over the phone and then he’s welcomed with that voice up close in his ear, “Sorry I know you’re on patrol but she had a whole meltdown about you being home on time to watch the movie.”
He laughs again, a quiet sound as he hears Shiori in the background. Her feet hitting the ground and she’s so very clearly jumping, saying “lemme talk to daddy!” Over and over again in the background.
“It’s fine, today's quiet.”
Hitoshi hums, “A brave thing to say Dynamight.” Before he talks to Shiori again and unfortunately, Katsuki doesn’t hear what he says before he’s back again, “I’ll let you go,” and then he can hear the shit eating grin in his voice as he speaks and then hangs up, “Have a good day daddy.”
That fucker.
Katsuki doesn’t even get time to process any of that though before Mina is basically in his face. “What was that!” She exclaims, a grin on her face like she already knows everything in the universe. And so Katsuki scoffs, but tells her anyway. About all of it, or most of it because he can’t give details of Hitoshi’s missions but by the end of it her face is shining and she looks like she’s going to cry.
“You guys are dads!” She sobs and Katsuki finds himself smiling, because yeah, they are.
They get their movie night and it’s one of the best nights of his life. Shiori is cuddly but excited and she doesn’t stop talking the entirety of the movie. And Katsuki doesn’t actually mind because he falls asleep before it’s even over and is only woken up because he’s kicked in the shin and when his eyes open he’s being looked at by Hitoshi, who’s giving him one of those soft looks and holding a sleeping Shiori in his arms.
“Time for bed hotshot.” He whispers before wandering off and Katsuki blinks the sleep out of his eyes just to watch him go. It’s worth it. It’s also worth it to get himself up off the couch and get to hear the motions of Hitoshi putting her to bed. The rustling and how utterly quiet he’s attempting to be so he doesn’t wake her up.
It makes him pause in the hall, quiet so Hitoshi doesn’t hear him. And he only walks off when he hears Hitoshi stand and start to leave. He does not want to be caught hovering. But he can’t help it, when he’s got this new life that he wants to keep safe. Even though Hitoshi can protect himself, very well actually. Katsuki is aware of that. He’s probably the most agile and capable person he knows, but he still feels what he feels deep into his soul.
His palms want to ignite from the sensation he feels it so strongly and that’s what makes him decide that he needs to tell him how he feels. Hiding it is doing no good. Especially now that they’ve got Shiori, because she’s a lifetime commitment. And he doesn’t want any confusion.
Katsuki means to tell Hitoshi that everyone knows about Shiori too. But to be fair, he didn’t expect Mina to show up at their apartment, demanding to meet her and asking if she could watch her so they could get a break.
He could feel Hitoshi’s eyes and he couldn’t even see the man. The glare was that intense. But Hitoshi being Hitoshi, comes in the room and the glare is gone. It’s replaced by a different look, one that’s at Mina and Katsuki hates it.
“Who did you tell?” Hitoshi asks and Katsuki goes to say something but Hitoshi barrels on, “Please tell me.” He softens and Katsuki finally understands the worry because no one knows they have her. Hitoshi doesn’t sound mad, he’s clearly terrified and Mina’s expression changes too.
“Uh.. I told our friends?”
“Anyone else? Who did they tell?” Hitoshi questions and Mina looks at Katsuki and he shakes his head and steps forward.
“If she just told them it’s fine.” He settles his hand on Hitoshi’s shoulder, “But Minnie, she doesn’t exist yet, we couldn’t really find anything on her and we’re trying to get the paperwork through. Did you tell anyone else?”
Mina shakes her head and he feels it when Hitoshi sags in relief. Katsuki didn’t know that Hitoshi had been worried about someone taking her because that’s absolutely what this is. This is fear from his mission because all of those people saw Shiori's face. And Katsuki knows that Hitoshi’s just as protective over her.
The rest of the night is fine. And he sees Hitoshi’s worry drop as time goes on. And it goes and goes and Katsuki still never says a word about the way he’s feeling. He didn’t want to unbalance anything else, even on accident. So he kept his mouth shut.
Even when he and Hitoshi finally let Mina watch Shiori. And reminded her that she needed to be in bed early because she had daycare in the morning. There was absolutely nothing in this world like watching Hitoshi get ready while making sure Mina was aware of her schedule. But there was also nothing quite like cooking for her lunch tomorrow while doing the exact same thing.
They are so domestic, his teenage self would probably throw up. But luckily for everyone around him and himself, he’s not that person anymore. He’s grown and so damn proud of it.
Katsuki is proud of himself when they leave and he doesn’t change his mind the minute Shiori looks up at him with her big eyes and demands that she gets one more hug. And he’s also proud of himself that he continues to leave after Mina announces that they are going to use washable markers in the bathroom.
But Hitoshi pushing him out the door isn’t important; he was going to go. He was definitely going to go. It’s not his fault that this is the first time they’re leaving her with someone, even if it is Mina. He trusts her with all of their lives, it’s just new. You can’t blame him for being so protective.
They still go.
And the bar they go to has music and some of the best made drinks in town. And he only knows this because Hitoshi works with the bartender, some of his undercover friends have day or in this case, night jobs. And the guy behind the counter is one of those people. Even though he knows Hitoshi doesn’t drink and he doesn’t either. He’s very aware they’d be taken care of if they did.
But Hitoshi doesn’t give him a lot of time to even think about the prospect of drinking because he’s dragging him to the dance floor, and pulling him close to his body as if this doesn’t make Katsuki feel like he’s going to suddenly catch fire.
Hitoshi wraps his arms around his neck, and starts to move, “Dance with me?” He asks, voice low and the sound goes right into his ear so he can actually hear him over the music and Katsuki snorts a laugh.
“Little too late to ask don’t you think?”
His words make Hitoshi laugh. His expression is full of mirth and Katsuki can see the happiness in his eyes at the quip and just continues to dance, urging Katsuki to join him and what else can he say but yes? Especially when he’s being lulled in the way he is. Hitoshi’s an easy man to get lost in.
There’s only one instance during the entire night that makes him seethe, and he doesn’t even believe that Hitoshi remembers. He didn’t even seen all that bothered, but Katsuki was bothered for the rest of the time they were out. Even if they danced and got waters and had a good time.
The person that told Hitoshi, “Remember me the next time you come here.” While Katsuki had been standing right there, watched him place a hand on his hip and simply had walked away from him. Hitoshi didn’t even look like he was listening when it had occurred.
But Katsuki remembered and couldn’t stop thinking about it all of the way back to the apartment. After they’d said goodbye to Mina and made sure that Shiori was asleep. And Katsuki sat on his bed for a while, the darkness of his room settling over him before he stood up, not being able to take any of this anymore.
And he went to Hitoshi’s room without knocking, going inside and being met with him sitting on the floor and wiping his face off, cleaning it before he goes to sleep and Hitoshi barely even pauses his movements before he goes back to what he’s doing, “surprised you’re Not asleep already.” He states and Katsuki steams right past that and instead says,
“I don’t like the way he was looking at you.”
He almost curses himself, especially as Hitoshi pauses again, the wipe going to the floor before he grabs a bottle of some type of crème, “Who?” He asks as he rubs the product into his skin. His expression is confused as he looks at Katsuki through the mirror.
“The guy at the bar.” Katsuki states and Hitoshi raises an eyebrow at him and he sighs, being more specific. “the one that spoke to you while we were waiting for our drinks.”
Hitoshi hums before standing, taking the products with him before returning and he starts to grab clothes from his dresser, “And how did he look at me?” He tone is curious and he averts his eyes as Hitoshi pulls off the clothes he had on without any shame to change into his pajamas.
Like he wanted you to go with him. Like he expected you to follow. As if you would be the only thing to keep him afloat. Like he wanted to steal you away, and keep you for the night or forever. He looked like he’d do anything to get into your pants.
“He looked like he wanted to fuck you against the bar and then take you home after.” Katsuki says that instead and doesn’t know if he likes it better or not. It still feels like he’s got something gross in his mouth just talking about this. Or talking about him that way.
Katsuki watches in real time as Hitoshi understands his words and sees his mouth start to curl upwards and then the man finishes getting dressed, and then he’s turning towards him. Leaning a little on his dresser as he replies.
“Well, the first thing, if he tried, you wouldn’t let him.” And his lip curls even more, and Katsuki’s heart races for some reason he doesn’t quite understand, “The second thing, well, I wouldn’t let him. So it doesn’t seem like he’s getting to have his way with me.”
Hitoshi makes his way over to him after he finishes talking. There’s a full smile on his face and the fact that he’s so unbothered about it makes Katsuki feel that white hot anger once more.
“Stop acting like it’s a joke.”
Hitoshi blinks, “I’m not?” And tilts his head, “He isn’t important enough to worry about.”
That makes Katsuki scoff, almost surprised at his own reaction. He picks up the clothes that Hitoshi left on the floor when he changed and throws them in the basket with enough anger he’s surprised that his quirk didn’t go off. He’s feeling so much right now and it feels like Hitoshi isn’t and,
“I should’ve smashed his face into the counter when he spoke to you and then I should’ve broke his hand for touching you.”
“What good would that have done?” Hitoshi’s tone is curious. “It’s not like I’ll see him again.”
“The good is that he would’ve left you alone, and fucked off.” Hitoshi doesn’t understand, with the way it feels to watch him get hit on over and over again without being able to actually do anything about it.
“He did leave me alone though.” Hitoshi points out, and he’s right. Of course he is; the man had walked away. But not before looking at Katsuki with a smug ass expression.
“That isn’t the point.”
He looks away from Hitoshi but he can feel those purple eyes on him, steady and thinking and the anger leaves him in a flourish when he speaks again, “Do you think I’m incapable?” His gaze snaps up and now Hitoshi is looking at him with an expression he doesn’t like.
So he exhales, “No, no of course not.”
“Then what is it? I’m not incapable, I can take care of myself, I do have the ability.” Hitoshi states, standing there, biting the inside of his cheek, “And yet you act like I’d ever let anyone touch me that wasn’t you.”
Katsuki stops, and stares and stares as Hitoshi’s grin starts to return to his face after the complete silence. His face feels hot, “What did you just say?” His voice is even because he couldn’t have said that. He couldn’t have and yet Hitoshi looks so entirely sure of himself, as if he’s just figured something out.
“Oh you didn’t hear me under all that protectiveness hmm?” Hitoshi teases him and Katsuki feels like yelling at him.
“ Hitoshi.” Katsuki grits out, and it only makes Hitoshi’s smile widen.
“You’re so worried about someone touching me, or looking at me. I can’t control any of that.” Hitoshi states, smiling still, “People gawk, they stare, and everytime you put your hands on me. You snap, and grit your teeth.”
“You’re riling me up on purpose.” Katsuki’s body is locked in place as Hitoshi makes his way towards him, slowly, so that it doesn’t purposely takes longer because he’s a fucking brat.
“And all the while, I’m always looking at you. Not once have I ever given a shit about any of them when you’re right next to me.” Hitoshi speaks, now finally standing directly in front of him, their noses inches from each other's faces, “And you never do anything about it, when the only person I want is you.”
“You mean that?” Katsuki asks, he has to make sure, he has to know that Hitoshi just isn’t fucking with him. Even if this is the closest they’ve ever been.
“More than anything.” Hitoshi doesn’t hesitate in answering, “We’re raising a child together. We live together, I don’t want some random bastard at the bar, who thinks they can just have me.”
Katsuki stares at Hitoshi in silence for several seconds. He feels like he can hear his heartbeat outside of himself as Hitoshi doesn’t look away from him. His words are ringing in his ears over and over again. There’s this gleam in Hitoshi’s beautiful purple eyes that reminds him too much of the confidence of the man at the bar. But it’s Hitoshi’s confidence that he knows what he’s saying.
It makes whatever he had holding him back from finally doing this snap.
Katsuki pulls him into an open-mouthed kiss. Stealing the breath from Hitoshi’s willing mouth. He thinks it may have been a relieved gasp but he can’t bring himself to care as he pushes Hitoshi down on the man’s bed. It barely makes a single sound at the added weight and for that, Katsuki is more than grateful. He’d rather not wake anyone up. So he can fully enjoy this.
His mouth doesn’t pull away as Hitoshi kisses him back. Just as feverish as he feels and suddenly he needs to get those pajamas Hitoshi put on back off as soon as possible. So he can look and touch now that he knows he’s allowed too.
The only one that’s allowed too.
And that’s what makes him pull away, that thought specifically because it does something to his brain. Sends signals to that protective side of him that he’s very much aware of and can barely control.
Katsuki’s mouth latches to Hitoshi’s neck, and he relishes in the broken gasp he gets for it, and his voice is almost a growl as he speaks into his skin, “Those motherfuckers.” And responds to Hitoshi’s confused noise, “None of them had any right to look at you, or touch you.”
Hitoshi lets out a breathless sound, and grabs him by the hair, and he hisses at the sensation but lets him pull until he lets go and Hitoshi can put both of his hands on Katsuki’s face. Fingers shaping his cheeks, “What will you do about it then? I can’t control what they do.”
He could. But that’s not what Hitoshi is talking about here and Katsuki knows it. He knows the man better than anyone else and knows exactly where he’s going with this.
Katsuki kisses Hitoshi again, greedy and all consuming because he can’t help it. He bites at his mouth and pulls his lip and holds him tightly between his own fingers. Grasping as his hips, it’s a rough kiss. But with the way Hitoshi is responding. Little sounds exiting his mouth, the way he can feel his chest move up and down rapidly, he knows that he likes it. He’s so responsive, it’s intoxicating and they’ve barely gotten started.
“Then I’ll give them all something to look at.” Katsuki murmurs roughly against Hitoshi’s mouth. And he gets a grin for it that makes his skin prickle at the reaction. And maybe that’s why the tank top that Hitoshi’s wearing gets ripped instead of properly taken off of him. It’s in two separate pieces by the time he pulls back and now it’s Katsuki who’s grinning down at him, and his baffled expression.
“Then go on.” Hitoshi finally murmurs, his eyes are a little wide and cloudy as the tank top falls off of him. His smug expression is gone for now, but Katsuki is anything but an idiot and knows it’s not completely gone. “Give them a reason to stare at me Tsuki.”
He doesn’t waste any time after that, only pausing for a moment to admire Hitoshi, who’s laid out on the bed for him, spread out and half naked with his legs spread to fit Katsuki in between them as his chest heaves. Then he gets started, hands still gripping Hitoshi’s waist as he leaves mark after mark on unblemished skin. From the edges of his collarbone down to where his pants meet his hips. Bites and kisses leave a trail down his skin and Hitoshi doesn’t try to stop him, he only leans his body into the touch. Gasping for more.
Only when he feels satisfied does he finally pull away and by then. As he looks up Hitoshi’s body his chest is still heaving, taking in breath after breath, making the new marks shift with him. His face is red and splotchy and Katsuki wants to make it worse. But before he can move, Hitoshi moves his hands and grasps the edge of his pajama pants and tugs them off.
“ Off , take your clothes off.” Hitoshi exhales, clearly unashamed of his own nakedness as he urges Katsuki on, and while the man moves his pants, Katsuki tears his shirt off, and throws it somewhere across the room. Lets Hitoshi move his pants down until he has to do it himself and that takes no time before he’s back on top of him. The cool air of Hitoshi’s bedroom barely registering compared to the heat of his body.
What he is not prepared for, is the moment they’re flush again, Hitoshi is putting a small tube of lube into his hand, before pulling his hips forward with his leg, “I want you.” Hitoshi clarifies and he’s staring again, before his brain catches up and he’s coating his fingers and teasing the edges of him, making Hitoshi’s breath hitch as he presses a finger inside.
The sound of it fills the room, as well as Hitoshi’s quiet moans as one finger becomes two and there’s heat pooling in his stomach as he watches his fingers go in and out of him. Stretching him open as Hitoshi tries to be quiet. Their eyes meet and there it is. There’s mirth in his expression again, even as his mouth Os and he’s unable to hide how much he’s enjoying this. He’s obviously also enjoying Katsuki’s reaction to this.
He looks too beautiful to be real, Katsuki doesn’t know how to even look at him and see him properly in the low light of this room. He belongs on a pedestal, as his curls flow around the bed. But Katsuki intends to worship him still, as if that were the case.
Once Hitoshi is hitting him with his foot, Katsuki decides that he’s ready. But only after angling his fingers to make Hitoshi moan in surprise does he do so. Then he captures his lips in his searing kiss as he pulls his fingers out. The three of them coated until he wipes them on the bed as their lips tangle together.
“Turn around.” Katsuki whispers once he pulls away. His voice coated in lust.
Hitoshi does, smirking as he goes, slow and steady despite the fact that Katsuki is very much aware that he not. He can tell by the way he grips the sheets that he’s not. And so maybe that’s why Katsuki grabs his hips once he’s settled, the sheets protesting as he’s dragged towards him. It’s worth it to see that smirk falter, for the surprised noise to escape his mouth.
Hitoshi still speaks though, because of course he does, and he settles his head down with his ass up and snarks an exhaled, “Possessive.”
“I’ll show you possessive.” Katsuki angles his hips, pushing down on his back and Hitoshi huffs a laugh and yeah, he’s going to make him cry. Shoving his legs farther apart as he speaks.
“Show me.” Hitoshi is smiling, Katsuki can hear it in his voice, “i want you too-“
Katsuki cuts him off by pushing forward without any warning. The words that neither of them will ever know being cut off with a sharp, surprised gasp that Katsuki wishes he could eat up. It’s a tight heat that makes his hips stutter, but he lets them both get used to it, but not for very long. Only long enough to grip his hips to make sure he can’t move away before starting up a rhythm that sends shocks down his legs.
It builds up quickly now that he’s here. The rhythm of his hips thrust forward sharply, he’s fueled by many things. Hot anger that he still feels from tonight and every night that they went out and then also frustration at the man below him that knew. That let it happen because he wanted Katsuki to touch him. And now he’s told Katsuki that he can’t help it that they look, that he wants them too.
He admires the arch of his spine when he pushes down, “let's give them a reason to look at you since you want it so bad.” And Hitoshi groans against the sheets as Katsuki leans over him, bringing them chest to back, diving deeper into him without stopping as he bites into his shoulder blade, creating another mark for anyone to see.
“I’ll even take you out with me to show the press,” Murmuring the words against his throat, “I’ll show you off to all of them.”
“ Yes.” Hitoshi moans, gasping as his fingers claw at the sheets below them. His knuckles are white and it makes Katsuki reach out and grab one of his hands and lace their fingers together, so he doesn’t hurt himself, “Yes, fuck, please-“
He moans again, a louder sound and Katsuki “shh”s him but he knows he must’ve found that spot, by the way he’s arching his back even more, in a way that must hurt a bit. But it only makes Katsuki talk even more. More than he ever does during sex but he can’t keep his mouth shut now that he finally has Hitoshi underneath him.
“And then, then, I’ll marry you and make us a family.” Katsuki huffs and Hitoshi buries his face into the sheets, huffing his breathing as he gasps at Katsuki’s words but he doesn’t regret it. Not when he means it. He says every word that comes out of his mouth with a sharp thrust and Hitoshi’s legs are shaking against him.
But then he gets a “ yes, yes, yes,” The words bleed together and Katsuki unlinks their hands to sit up again, and grip his hips. Because he can feel himself getting close, and there’s sweat beading down his face but he doesn’t give a shit.
Hitoshi is clenching around him and he sees stars from it, but he fucks him harder, and he can hear him clearly, through the sheets he’s trying to muffle himself in and then Hitoshi’s body tenses and Katsuki finally lets out a moan for himself, feeling him flutter and it drives him closer and closer until he can’t take it anymore and it’s one, two, three more times before he’s cumming into tight heat that he never wants to let go of.
It’s not much later that they’re laying in the same bed, in boxers even though he’d like to sleep naked, that they’ve both got the energy to talk again. And it’s Hitoshi who speaks first, after he’s done peppering kisses against Katsuki’s face
“You mean it?” He asks quietly.
“Yes, everything.” Katsuki replies, voice quiet in the room, because they’re close enough to hear each other clearly.
“You’ll show me off?” And be proud to have me?
“Yes.”
“And we’ll be together?”
“Yes. It’s all I want.”
Then Hitoshi’s voice softens more, a gleam in his eyes once more, but one that makes him soften too, “And you’ll marry me Katsuki?”
“I swear, I’ll marry you in front of everyone, in front of no one, whatever you want.”
Their lips meet again and Hitoshi snuggles against him, and everything is beautiful and quiet in the late of the night before Hitoshi’s door swings open and a little voice he loves so much exclaims, “Papa! I’m hungry.”
And Hitoshi laughs against him and Katsuki can’t hold it in either and he’s so glad he gets to have this now. Nothing could be more perfect.