~ Third Person P.O.V ~
Izuku choked on a giggle as he was dragged into the boy's dorm room, lazily flopping onto one of the beds with a loopy smile. Eijirou shook his head while Katsuki tried his best to fight off a smile. If there was one thing they were sure about, it was that Izuku was definitely a lot more. . . interesting when he was drunk.
Lifting his hands in the air as if he were reaching for something, Izuku stares at them in awe- wiggling his fingers around as though he had never seen his own hands before in his entire life. He was acting like a bit of a child at the moment. . .
"C'mon Mido, we got to get you into some clean clothes dude." Eijirou chuckled, attempting to get the boy to get up.
"No!" Izuku pouted, crossing his arms. "Don't wanna,"
Katsuki groaned, flopping down on the bed next to the freckled college student with an exasperated look. "C'mon nerd, how about this- you can wear some of mine and Ei's clothes, you smell like beer and Cheese Puffs." He said.
Giving the two a childish expression, Izuku nods his head silently- secretly loving the idea of wearing the boys' clothes.
The red head, who eventually gave up, went over to their dresser and tossing a pair of sweats and a shirt at the boy. "You think you'll be good getting dressed on your own, you're pretty drunk Mido." Eijirou said, sheepishly scratching the nape of his neck.
"Duh! I'm. . . I'm a big boy Eijirou- I can dress myself!" Izuku slurred, taking the clothes and stumbling over into the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door, however, he fell flat on his ass with a loud thud. "I'm okay!" He shouted.
Katsuki heaved a sigh, lowly laughing to himself as he slips out of his hoodie and pants and into a pair of pajama bottoms. If the blond was being honest, he never thought he'd see the day when Izuku ever got drunk- and damn it, he was kind of enjoying it. The younger was already funny as hell when he was sober. . . but drunk?
It's as though all hell breaks loose.
"We really should have just stayed here instead, with the amount of alcohol he consumed- he's gonna have a wicked hangover." Eijirou commented once he was dressed, crawling into his blond boyfriend's arms.
Planting a soft kiss over Eijirou's tiny scar, Katsuki nuzzles into his hair. "Yeah, it's a good thing we'll be here then. Right?"
Before the red head had a chance to reply, the bathroom door swung open. Revealing a pouting Izuku. . . without a shirt on and only in a pair of sweats that barely hung on to his hips.
"These things are huge on me, and they no frickin' strings! What kind of pair of sweats don't have any strings?" Izuku whined, looking up only to be met with a very flustered Eijirou and Katsuki.
"I- uhm. . . well I-" Katsuki stammered, while Eijirou was too busy suffering in silence. That is until both boys noticed the very large scar adorning Izuku's pale, flat stomach. Curiosity flooded them, they could hear Izuku rambling on drunkenly yet their focus was solely on the raised, pink scar.
Green orbs flickered up as he stared at the two in confusion, that is until he realizes what they are looking at exactly. Heat pooled in his cheeks, as his hand reached down to hold up the sweats as he awkwardly stood there.
"Let me guess, you two wanna know how I got this. . . right?" Izuku asked, sobering up for a fraction of a second- until his drunken state takes over again.
Eijirou and Katsuki both nodded their head silently, neither of them wanting to bombard the boy with questions- yet wanting to all the same. The green haired male sighed, walking over to the two and positioning himself in between them.
"Well too bad!" Izuku giggled, falling back onto the bed.
"That- that was a fucking dick move Izuku." Katsuki growled, laying down next to him. "Asshole," He muttered, but there was no real malice in his tone. . . he knew Izuku would tell them when he was ready for it.
Chuckling a bit, Eijirou decides to join them in laying back- turning his head to look at the two. "You do realize that you are going to keep me up at night now, right?" He asked, cocking a red brow.
"Oh, I know- I'm just evil like that." Izuku smirked, that is until something caught his eyes. "Hey. . . you dye your hair?" He asked, his hand instinctively reaching out to run his fingers through the locks- lightly scratching at the black roots.
"Yeah," Eijirou smiles, enjoying the feeling of Izuku's fingers working their way through his hair.
"Speaking of, you really need to dye it again soon babe and cut it- by next week you're hair is going to be twice as long." Katsuki chimed, in playfully tugging on a piece.
A smirk spread itself onto Eijirou lips as his red eyes dart from Katsuki to Izuku. "What is this? Open season on Eijirou's hair?" He teased, yet making no movement to pluck their hands away.
"Well duh!" Izuku giggled, his fingers going lower until they were right by the side of his neck.
"You heard him. . . duh!" Katsuki mocked, trying yet failing to contain his snickering.
Rubbing his face tiredly, Izuku heaves a sigh curling up on Eijirou's side as he other hand reaches over- blindly trying to grab Katsuki. "I'm sleepy and I want cuddles," Izuku muttered, closing his eyes.
"Damn, and here I thought you wouldn't be the demanding one." Eijirou joked, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy and scooting over to the head of the bed. The blond getting up to go turn off the light.
"Oh hush. . ." The smaller male mumbled against his chest, sighing in content when Katsuki came and wrapped his arms around his waist.
It was quiescent between the three for a while, lights off, covers pulled over them as they all attempted to sleep. A soft hum from the lower floors droning throughout the room, nearly coming off louder than their breathing. Despite the three boys' silent frustrations with not being able to actually sleep, they were still. . . happy? In a sense at least.
Especially Izuku. Because for the first time, since after his mother's death of course, he found people who love him; and not the way siblings love each other. Even though the three weren't all dating, even though they never verbally said 'I love you'.
He could feel their love.
With every soft whisper, or light kiss to the forehead. He could feel their love when their patience with him shined through. Or how understanding they both were, even for the smallest of things. And how safe they made him feel.
"Are you guys awake?" Izuku whispered, by now he had sobered up a lot.
Groaning, Katsuki tightens his grip on the smaller boy- while Eijirou nodded his head against Izuku's head. Small, yet efficient signs that they were, in fact, awake. Taking a deep inhale through his nose, Izuku turns so he was laying down flat on his back.
He could tell them. . . they'd understand.
"It was spring time," Izuku started, Eijirou and Katsuki seemed to notice the shift in his voice- so they both turned on their sides so they were facing him.
"My mom wanted to go on a drive. . . no where in particular, we did that a lot- just get in the car and drive, she said it cleared her head. Anyways, we were just driving. . . she put on the most horrible song I had ever heard- but she loved it nonetheless." Izuku said with a light chuckle, and by now the two knew where this was going.
Especially Katsuki. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to. . . we'll understand." Katsuki cooed, while Eijirou remained wordless- yet his hand softly combed through Izuku's curls.
"I know, that's why I want to tell you guys. . . Out of nowhere, this truck just spins out of control and starts heading straight for us. I was in the front seat with her, and it that's when it hit us. . . that's how she died, and that's how I got this scar." He finished, releasing a ragged breath.
Izuku hadn't even realized he was crying until both boy's began to thumb away at the stray tears that rolled down his cheeks. Only making him cry more when he noticed their looks of concern and understanding for him.
"Thank you," Eijirou whispered softly to him wrapping one of his arms across Izuku's chest. "For trusting us enough to tell us about it."
The blond male sent Izuku a light smile, planting a kiss on his cheek. "We care about you Izuku. . . a lot."
For some odd reason, Izuku couldn't help but think that was Katsuki's way of telling him they loved him. And- and he was right.
Hello Cricket Cultists!!
Now for one, I am so sorry it took me like five days to update this. And also, I know the beans aren't all dating yet. . . but they're showing significant progress don't you guys think?
I feel like this was needed, because even though Izuku isn't dating them or anything- he's starting to trust them enough to start letting them in. And telling them about his scar was a really big thing for him. . . but of course there's more that he hasn't said. BUT STILL!! PROGRESS!!
Until we meet again!!!