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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

Once Katsuki curled around him like that, Shoto realized how ready for some alone time he was. He was surprised how long they'd stayed at the party, and their own little after party had gone on for awhile. He was happy to be spending more time with their friends, but he was an introvert by nature.

He was warm, a little buzzed, happy and tired. He nodded, and nudged his shoulder back to say he was ready for the guys to go.
 
Katsuki took that cue, and kicked Kaminari's back. "Oi, how long are you guys staying over? Get out already," he grumbled.

Kirishima and Kaminari pouted, but they seemed ready to leave as well, and gathered their things to leave. "Merry Christmas!" the two boys waved on their way out. Once the silence settled and only the game's music played in the background, Katsuki realized just how tired he was. He was full of cookies and beer, a damn weird combination if there was any.

"Fuck, I'm tired," he chuckled.
 
"Me too," Shoto admitted, and wiggled out of his boyfriends arms only to get up and turn the game off, putting the controllers back and locking the door. On his way back to the beds he kneeled in the space he had been and took the raindeer antlers off Katsuki's head before tugging his shirt off too.



"I had a good time," he said. "Thanks for going to the party with me."
 
Katsuki had completely forgotten the reindeer antlers were still on, so he just huffed when he took them off. "I... had a good time," he admitted.

It was as if the world knew, because when Katsuki glanced out the door leading out into the balcony, it was snowing. The others must have noticed it too because they were shouting and cheering downstairs. "Merry Christmas," he said, pulling his boyfriend close by his face to kiss him.
 
Shoto smiled when Katsuki admitted to having a good time, and after a few more kisses they finished getting ready for bed, and Shoto wrapped himself around his boyfriend, pressing his face to his back and holding him close. "Merry Christmas, love."

When morning came it was without an alarm, and quiet dorms that came from half their classmates having gone home from the holidays. The air was cool, and out the window the snow was deep and perfect.

Even when Shoto woke, he stayed where he was, warm and happy, eyes still closed. It was winter. It was Christmas time. He was loved.
 
Katsuki normally woke up early given that he hit the gym first thing in the morning, but today he was deeply asleep, one leg kicked out of the blanket, his arms flung overhead. Though he stayed in one position relatively fine in the night it was always when it got a little hot that he started to flail in his sleep. Even when it was cold inside, Katsuki ran just a bit warmer.

Snoring, Katsuki rolled onto his side, an arm pulling Shoto close even in his sleep. Eventually, he stirred, red eyes blinking open blearily to the sight of his boyfriend. "Mm," he groaned, his voice still groggy and deep. "Morning..." he still had one eye closed, and yawned sleepily.
 
"Good morning," Shoto replied, his own voice quiet from disuse but not as groggy as the other males. They rarely woke up together, Katsuki usually off to an early start while Shoto stayed wrapped in a cocoon of blankets soaking up the heat his boyfriend left behind. He'd get up later when it was time for class, sometimes seeing Katsuki come back to change, sometimes not.



He stretched out lazily and tucked his cold foot under his boyfriends calve like he always did before stealing a chaste kiss. "It's snowing."
 
He actually didn't mind the cold foot on his warm calf this time, since he was feeling a little heated. "Hey, beautiful," he mumbled, then glanced over, where the sky was still a little dark, but he could see the snow falling in a hurried flurry. "Yeah," he mumbled. "It is." Katsuki had kind of outgrown running headfirst into snow the morning of. He just liked watching it from the comforts of home.

It was their first winter vacation together, a whole week or two of doing whatever the hell they wanted to. "Think these futons are the best things I ever bought," he mumbled.
 
Shoto pressed his face into his boyfriends arm at the beautiful comment, feeling warmth wash over him. He didn't know why words like that got to him so much, but he wasn't about to ask him to stop. He stayed there for a moment, soaking up the warmth, and realized that they didn't have to do anything else if they didn't want to. They had two weeks to themselves.

It was their first break of any kind together. They would have spent the summer together if Shoto hadn't broken them up, but it still wouldn't have been like this. Together, in their own space, no need to sneak home or make excuses to try and be alone.

"Lifesavers," he admitted about the beds. He would have never thought to get something like them himself, but he was so thankful Katsuki had.
 
"Lifesavers," he agreed. "I would have broken the bed if we were fucking in the top bunk." Not to mention they didn't have to sleep cramped on the couch or in their individual beds anymore. He was even thinking of remodeling their unused bedroom as a second gym to put all his weight-lifting gear.

"I'm gonna get the rice set," he murmured, sitting up and leaning over to kiss Shoto on his forehead. He got up in just his gray sweats, the waistband dipping low beneath his pelvis, his muscled back to Shoto now as he headed into their tiny kitchen that was literally a few feet from the living room. He washed some rice, set it on the steamer to cook for breakfast, like it was a routine.

He cooked a lot, if not most of their meals, eating healthy whenever they could with traditional Japanese meals.

Thinking back to it, if anyone was the housewife in this relationship, it was definitely Katsuki.
 
Shoto chuckled softly because Katsuki was right - they fucked way too hard, the bunk would never survive. It was probably why the couch had taken the brunt of it before the futons.



He laid there for a bit just shamelessly staring at the muscled lines of his boyfriends back and the dip of his spine and the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips. He'd be lying if he said his cock wasn't a little bit interested in the image, but he was feeling lazy, so once Katsuki started cooking he rolled over to mess with his phone.



He had a bad habit of neglecting it, which was why he had missed texts from the night before about the party. His sister had started a group chat to ask when the boys were coming home from Christmas, and he sent a quick "staying at school - too much to do" before closing it. She'd be fine without him.



What he hadn't been expecting were the missed calls and texts from his dad, and he sat up as he scrolled through them. They'd started early, 'we need to talk', and 'Shoto', and 'I'm awaiting your reply' over and over again.



The only text that gave him a hint as to what was up was 'You're wasting your potential'. He'd just gotten his schedule approved the day before, but the Todoroki name was well known and the University staff was full of people who had connections to pro hero's. Someone had told.
 
Katsuki was busying himself in the kitchen, whipping up a quick breakfast of miso soup, grilled salmon, and tamagoyaki. They were staples that he'd learned to make early on, and being as adept in the kitchen as Katsuki was anywhere else, the motions came to him naturally. He glanced back to check on Shoto, wondering if he'd fallen back asleep.

He was looking at his phone a little too seriously, so Katsuki walked over while the salmon was cooking to check on him. He knew his boyfriend hardly made that face unless his dad had contacted him.

"Endeavor?" he asked.
 
He hadn't even noticed how amazing the food smelled until he heard Katsuki speak, and his stomach growled when he looked up.



"Unfortunately," he muttered, and typed out a 'no' to send. His father called immediately and he denied it, then sent the message again. Another call. Another 'no'. He went to set the phone aside but when his father called again he answered it.



"I'm not your damn toy," he growled out, hung up, and turned his phone off. With a much more pleasant tone he said, "food smells good."
 
He sat beside Shoto as he continued to deny his dad the numerous calls and texts. Shoto had the patience of a saint because Katsuki was sure he would have tossed his phone out of the window by then. "Think your old man knows about you being a sidekick?" he asked.

"It's basic stuff," Katsuki snorted. "Come on, let's eat." Their tiny dining table was big enough for two people to sit at, and once everything was done cooking he set everything out in bowls and plates, finishing up the perfect, cozy breakfast to a perfect, cozy day. He rarely got to eat with Shoto in the mornings because their schedules conflicted, so this was a rare moment that Katsuki wanted to cherish.
 
"Pretty sure someone told him," he grumbled, but as he left his phone he let the issue roll off his shoulders. It didn't matter anyway. It was done, his decision was made, he had no plans on changing his mind.



He sat down with his boyfriend for the meal he'd been made and happily shoved a piece of tamagoyaki in his mouth. Soba might have been his favorite, but he enjoyed other things, and the warm food was the perfect contrast to the cold morning.



As he tended to do, he shoved at Katsuki's feet with his own under the table, smiling softly when his got caught.
 
Even if Shoto brushed it off so easily, Katsuki was annoyed that it still lingered in his own mind like a stubborn thorn in his side. "You're not... doing this for me, are you?" he asked. It was a rare moment of actually caring what Shoto wanted, so he felt the need to ask.

"Because I suggested it, you know," Katsuki cleared his throat, mumbling between chews. "So we can be together. Pro heroes in the same agency don't always get to do that." Sometimes they were sent on separate missions, but a pro hero and a sidekick were always dispatched as one.
 
Shoto blinked, and it took him a moment to trace where the question had come from before Katsuki kept talking. He shook his head and pushed his rice around with his chopsticks.

"Between you and me ... I'd been thinking about dropping out," he admitted. "Before I even started. Before I got to this room. Before ... us. I told you I started this whole hero thing just to rise to the top only using half my quirk and once Midoriya made me realize how ridiculous it was to only claim half of myself ..."

He trailed off for a moment and huffed steam from his nose. "Then All Might retired and I felt suddenly out of place. I didn't even want to surpass him and it still felt like I'd somehow missed my calling. I thought maybe being a hero wasn't for me at all. But I like what we do. I like helping people. When you suggested being your sidekick something just ... clicked. It just felt right."
 
Katsuki supposed that made sense. He couldn't relate, of course, since he'd always been driven to be the top hero, no matter what, but knowing that that was how Shoto felt gave him assurance that what they were working towards was okay to want.

"Then, yeah, let's fucking do it," he said. "Who cares what your old man says? You're still gonna be number one, we're gonna be number one, even better than All Might and Nighteye." He scarfed down the rest of his food like he was being timed, suddenly feeling a flare of rekindled passion.
 
Who cares what your old man says.

It was easier said than done. If college had taught him anything it was that he had people outside of his family. Katsuki. His friends. No matter what his sister wanted, he didn't need their father. But there was still some twisted part of him that strive for his approval. That always felt like a child, laying on the ground with tears in his eyes, being told to stop acting like he was weak. Stop acting like his mother.

He pushed down a wave of nausea and focused on where he was. "Besides," he added. "I want to be with you."
 
"Pfft, weren't you the one that said we'd get sick of seeing each other at work and home?" Katsuki chuckled, locking Shoto's foot between his own legs, claiming victory once more. "As if. You wouldn't last a damn week without me." The same was true the other way around.

Katsuki had known what it felt like to be so damn horny and deprived of love for a few months and it wasn't something he wanted to revisit.

"We gotta find something to do for two whole weeks if we're not going home," he said. He did plan to go home sometime during Christmas week so his mom didn't beat him the next time he showed up. Maybe he'd tell her about Shoto then.
 
"No, I asked if you would get sick of seeing me at work and at home," he corrected, frowning fondly as he tried to wiggle his foot free again. "I'm well aware of just how co-dependent I am." He thought he hid it well, but when someone was as easy to socially drain as he was, he felt like it said something when he wanted to be with Katsuki even when he wanted to be alone.

He thought about things to do and shrugged. His skin was fairly unmarked, so he said, "We can visit my mom tomorrow? And go to Shibuya Square like you mentioned. And, uh," he was shocked at how quickly he ran out of things. "Fuck?"
 
"We do that shit already," he snorted. They were living domestic lives as it was, going to class and wherever else they needed to go, then coming home to each other. The few times they did have overlapping classes were his favorite moments of the day.

Katsuki snorted when it looked like Shoto was struggling to find things to do. They wouldn't always have fun and exciting things to be doing but Katsuki honestly enjoyed just doing mundane things with him too. It was about the person, not the thing they were doing, after all.

"Yeah," he grinned. "You're nasty, talking about fucking over breakfast," he tutted, though he was clearly joking, if not enjoying the lewd change in conversation.
 
Honestly, Shoto himself wouldn't mind not doing anything for two weeks. He'd never had so much time to himself, he could read, maybe even find something senseless to watch on tv, possibly learn to play a video game or two. He'd be happy just to curl up next to his boyfriend and waste the winter away.



But, it was probably a good idea not to turn into hermits. "You made me this way," he complained, though joking himself. He did blame Katsuki in a way - he was his first crush, which had obviously lead to his first dirty thoughts we'd he'd been getting older. "What else do ... people do during Christmas?" He prided himself on not saying 'normal people.'
 
Katsuki was damn proud of it if he'd managed to make Shoto into a pervert. He grinned, hanging his arm over the back of the chair and letting out a shameless belch when he was done with breakfast.

"Like hell I'd know. Go to the movies. Go out to the park," he started naming things he'd done over the summer just to get over Shoto, even though most of those days had been spent playing video games. "I told you, I'm gonna be playing video games everyday, so you have to find something to do on your own." Again, teasing, but also it wasn't entirely a lie...

"So... no fucking today because we're going to see your mom tomorrow?"
 
Shoto gave him a look (that would do absolutely no good) over that disgusting burp and finished his own breakfast, nodding along with other options of things to keep them busy.

"Midoriya got me some books for Christmas," he said. "I can read while you play." And drape himself all over Katsuki because that was how he was most comfortable. "Just give me a heads up if the guys come over."

"We can fuck today," he said, not looking up from clearing the last of his rice. "Just don't make my neck look like a crime scene."
 
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