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He smiles at that, and it seemed he wasn't looking for anything at all. Maybe just felt the need to share. He's kept every part of him so close for his whole life, but Katsuki just takes it without question, comment, or frown. He doesn't feel sorry for him, or angry for him, just accepts it.

"I don't guess I can get away with soba twice in one day?" He asks as they start walking again. "What would you like? I'll buy."
 
"Fuck no," he muttered. Eating soba everyday was where he drew the line for the things he tolerated for Shoto. He was in the mood for something brothy, like udon. "Do you not eat anything hot?" he asked. He couldn't believe Shoto would still choose to eat cold soba in this weather. Even he wasn't that insane.

"Udon," Katsuki said as they shuffled into the subway train. "Or ramen. I'm not picky." It was pretty crowded in the train since it was about the time people got off work, so he had to stay in the corner, grunting as people pushed their way against him and some girl pressed right up and against him before he could get Shoto in close.
 
He hummed noncommittally at the question but nodded when Katsuki settled on udon. He could do that, there was a place not far from the university.

The crowd obviously bothers him, and somehow he manages to avoid being touched, but when the girl gets the place he was aiming for, his stare is uncharacteristically cold. He stares long enough it makes her uncomfortable, and she shoots him a few glances, but he doesn't say anything until the next stop. As people get off, he says, "Excuse me."

She glances at him, but shuffles forward just enough that he can step between the two of them, and press his back up against Katsuki's chest.
 
He knew the girl wasn't doing it on purpose, so it amused him how bristled Shoto got from that interaction alone. As the girl timidly shuffled to the side when there was more room, Katsuki pulled Shoto flush against his front and pressed a kiss to the back of his boyfriend's head. Maybe it frazzled the poor girl's brain to see two attractive men being affectionate together, but she meekly moved away but kept stealing glances at them.

"You're cute when you're possessive," Katsuki mumbled against the shell of Shoto's ear. He even nudged his hips forward to spoon him a little, as if to remind Shoto that he also found it extremely hot.
 
"I'm not possessive," Shoto grumbles, but he thinks it's a lie. He's never really had a reason to be, because even before they were out, Katsuki wasn't the most approachable person. And after, their clasped hands were enough of a not interested sign. Now that he thinks about it, he has no idea what Katsuki looked like when he was interested in taking girls home.

Okay. He was a little possessive.

He pressed back a little more, a frown tugging at his face. There wasn't any need to mark his territory, and yet here he is. It's an interesting discovery.
 
He kept one hand on the little handle to keep them from swaying too much, making sure that Shoto had enough support against him so he didn't rock so much either. "Like hell you aren't," he snorted at the blatant lie. He made things a little easier for Shoto, though, and kissed along his neck a few times just for the girl to see, and get the hint if their intimacy hadn't been a hint enough.

"You need to eat more than soba," he pointed out randomly. "You're staying short." Not that he minded, but he was pretty sure Shoto had been taller than him in high school, at least by a negligible gap.
 
He used to think he liked walking around with Katsuki's teeth on his skin because it made him feel owned, but now, he's wondering if it doesn't quite work the other way too - like he's showing off to the world that Katsuki is his, and that's why he's marked up from him.

He's not sure how he feels about that. Or how he feels about the fact that the kisses on his neck almost make him preen, as if he's saying 'yes, mine, see?'. For all his fear of making their relationship public, he sure seems to bask in it.

He tilts his head back to look at his boyfriend and frowns. "I'm not 'staying short', you're just getting taller."
 
Katsuki grinned. He couldn't bring himself to look down on his boyfriend anymore but physically looking down on him? It was pretty cute. He kissed Shoto's forehead when he tilted his head back to look at him. "I like you this way."

They weren't too far apart in height, not really, but Katsuki still thought that the half inch gap was quite adorable. As the train lurched, he instinctively wrapped an arm around Shoto's waist to stabilize him against himself.

As they were waiting, the news flashed on the small television screens throughout the train cars, featuring some crime happening a ways from their school. Heroes were already on it, but damn did these news interruptions remind Katsuki sometimes that life was not always so normal.
 
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Could he have stayed on his feet by himself? Probably. Did Katsuki wrapping his arm around him all protective like make him happier? Definitely.

His mouth pulled into a frown as he watched the news. It wasn't too big a deal, but it was enough that a couple of bigger name heroes were on the scene. "We'll be out there soon," he says, conviction in his tone. "Getting to help."

He remembers his mom saying the same thing to him when he was small, watching All Might on the news, telling him that one day he'd be a big hero too. Before his father had almost broken the dream out of him.
 
"Yeah," he mumbled. He still remembered that sludge villain, the way he'd felt so helpless then and even had damn Deku rush in to save him when the nerd had been Quirkless. Even with their provisional license, they couldn't exactly jump into any scenario unwarranted.

"Wish we could get some damn action already," Katsuki said. When the train came to a slow crawl at their stop, he let Shoto off first and fell into place beside him. "We should work on our stuff... together sometime," he said. It still felt weird to actually have to work cohesively with another person, but if he wanted to be the best hero-and-sidekick duo with Shoto, they needed to be able to work together, not just in bed.
 
Sometimes, Shoto agreed. All the work they put in and still got told to sit still while the Pro's handled things. Other times, he didn't feel ready to be out there. As they walked back to campus, side by side, he nodded.

"I have some free time after my Monday Wednesday Friday classes, if that works with you? I want you to teach me that thing you do where you concentrate your quirk at low levels like you did the other night." He could push heat or ice into his hands, enough that he trusted himself to put his hands on Katsuki's face, but he didn't have enough control to touch his dick like Katsuki did. He wanted to know how for more than one reason.
 
Katsuki glanced over, a wide and snarky grin crossing his face. "You liked that, huh?" he teased, elbowing his boyfriend in his side. It was no secret that while rough around the edges, Katsuki was pretty smart, and had one of the top scores in class besides Yao-momo. He was constantly looking into ways to improve his skills, going bigger, more destructive, but this time he'd focused on limiting his explosive power to soft vibrations instead, which surprisingly took more control than he'd thought.

"It's... harder to control than just unleashing all your shit," he said as he flexed his fingers a bit. "It's like stopping your Quirk just before it comes out of you, at exactly the right time." He glanced over. "I'll teach you."

Then, naturally, he was curious. "Your powers will probably have more ways to apply them."
 
"You're terrible," he says, pushing back. He did like it, but he also thought it was pretty useful to be in that kind of control in other places than just the bedroom.



"I kind of had a feeling it'd be harder," he admitted. "When I range attack, cutting it off is always the hardest part." He figured the same for Katsuki too, who was literally explosive - how hard was it to limit that?



Something swells in his chest when Katsuki says he'll teach him. It feels oddly like acceptance and affection. He could easily keep his tricks to himself, but being willing to share them with Shoto felt special.



He hummed noncommittedly about the last question, but the corner of his lifted in a smirk. "Been thinking about some things."
 
It really wasn't easy for Katsuki, who really only cared about being at the top, to give other people advice. But he'd given pointers to people regardless, to Kirishima, even to Midoriya just because he felt so frustrated at the nerd's recklessness.

But teaching Shoto something felt oddly affectionate, and it made Katsuki feel warm inside knowing Shoto actually wanted to learn something from him. It meant he was respected, even admired.

"Your weakness is close-range," he pointed out casually. "If you control your Quirk to make it come out in short bursts, you could do much more with your abilities." He grinned, reaching for Shoto's hand to hold. "What, like freezing my dick off?"
 
"I know," he admitted. "It always has been. My fathers idea was that if no one could get close, no one could hurt me. It's not nearly as protective as it sounds. He trained me so hard I almost died just to leave off an important chunk."

He thought Katsuki would make a great teacher, if he was honest.

"Did you know the half and half thing goes all the way down?" He asked conversationally. "I usually regulate it, but it I let it split ..." he took his boyfriends hand and brought his palm to his mouth, licking a quick stripe. It's almost not noticeable, but there's a definite cold and hot side.
 
Katsuki almost got whiplash from how quickly the subject of conversation changed into something so... well, it was definitely his kind of conversation. He blinked as Shoto licked his palm. Why his boyfriend thought it was a good idea to lick where he literally made explosions from, he didn't know, but the touch was so gentle he couldn't help but smile.

"What, like your hair down there is split, too?" he chuckled. He'd never really thought of it that way before but it made sense. "That was... fucking weird," he mumbled as he stared at his own palm, trying not to imagine how that would feel on his cock...
 
"I mean, it is," Shoto confirmed, "but that's not exactly what I was thinking about." He lifted up on his toes so he could put his mouth next to his boyfriends ear. "I was thinking, if I could control it better, that would probably feel really nice around your cock."

Temperature play was a thing he had learned about recently. After their trip to the sex store he had googled the term, and it just so happened that his quirk was made for that.
 
He wouldn't know. He'd only seen Shoto smoothly shaven before, and he'd been half-convinced that he didn't even have hair down there. Katsuki's hairs stood on end as Shoto whispered that filthy thing into his ear. "You mean like, your ass?" he blurted out loud, but thankfully there weren't people around to hear it. Fuck, that was hot.

He didn't know what was hotter: Todoroki's new idea for the bedroom or the fact he'd just said "cock" in public. They were still a ways from the dorm but by now they'd entered the campus. "I'd even let you tie me up if you did that, fuck," he muttered.
 
He shrugged and took Katsuki's hand as they continued their walk. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to control it that much, but in theory, it should be possible.

He kind of enjoyed Katsuki's reactions whenever he actually had the courage to be dirty. He clicked his tongue and kept his voice carefully low as he said, "Sometimes I just think about tying you down to a chair and sucking you off all day. And if I could make my mouth hot. Then cold. Then hot. Then cold ... I'm pretty sure that'd be good for you."
 
He only remembered that they were supposed to be heading out for udon when they were halfway to their dorm. Oh well. Katsuki could fix them up some instant ramen at home or something, soba for Shoto if he insisted on being weird like that.

"Yeah, fuck udon, we're going home," he mumbled under his breath. He was still hungry but damn did horniness sometimes override that. He'd gone the whole day without touching Shoto so he was pretty backed-up. "Keep mouthing shit like that and we're not going to make it home," he warned him, stopping by a vending machine to press Shoto against, kissing him hard against it.
 
"Oh shit." Like Katsuki, he'd completely forgotten about their dinner plans. "I'm sorry baby, I'll get us next time." But really, Katsuki didn't sound all that upset. He had to be hungry ... Shoto remembered his dirty mouth and smirked slightly.

He wasn't expected to be pressed up against the vending machine or the kiss that followed it but he laughed into his boyfriends mouth. "Yeah? You gonna fuck me out here for everyone to see?"
 
Horny or not, Katsuki was probably going to get something to eat. He chuckled against Shoto's lips, finding it easier to smile and laugh around him, even when he was just trying to rail him against the vending machine. "I was just getting a drink," he teased, using both hands on either side of Shoto to rattle the machine until a soda pop fell out and rattled into the bin below. Probably not very hero-like to steal a can of pop but he couldn't be bothered with petty crime.

He kissed along Shoto's neck, squatting down to reach between his boyfriend's legs to retrieve his drink.
 
Shoto glared at him, the way he always did when he was being teased and didn't particularly appreciate it. He doesn't move when the machine shakes at his back, but rolls his eyes when Katsuki takes whatever soda pops out. "Great hero showmanship, honestly."

But he watches him with lidded eyes as his boyfriends squats, reaching between his legs, and he's not sure where the wave of arousal comes from - maybe Katsuki isn't the only one getting too used to daily sex. "Hey," he says, voice pitched low. "You look good from this angle."
 
"What, are you gonna stop me, hero?" Katsuki teased as he popped open the can. Katsuki knew that even heroes had their flaws, their attraction to lawlessness that didn't make them full-fledged heroes. He'd owned up to that fact a while ago, so he didn't feel an ounce of guilt chugging that soda as he stood up.

But just before he did, he pressed a kiss to Shoto's crotch. "That was cute," he teased. "Your bedroom voice." He hardly ever got to hear it that low, but he wasn't about to be beat, as his own voice crawled into his chest and he purred. "Kiss me."
 
"You're an asshole," Shoto complained, his tone back to it's usual deadpan, but there was a different heat in his eyes that only ever came from when Katsuki talked to him like that, usually when they were wearing much less clothing and were definitely more alone. He got a good grip on his boyfriends jacket though and jerked him forward, slamming their mouths together in a kiss that was absolutely too dirty for where they were. It was late enough that campus wasn't crawling, but they weren't in the safety of their dorm. He'd been pushing a lot of his own limits that day.
 
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