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Shoto rolled his eyes again. He'd gotten too used to having Katsuki alone and his antagonism dialed down a few notches. It doesn't bother him, not really, but one day he was going to have to accept the fact that people considered him their friend even if it wasn't a two way street.

As far as Shoto himself was concerned, he liked having friends.

He made himself more comfortable when they got home too, ditching his pants for his pajamas but keeping Katsuki's hoodie as he lounged next to Denki, drinking one of the beers he'd bought.

He snorts at 'bottoms only' and glances up at his boyfriend. "Least you don't have to worry about Kaminari, two bottoms apparently don't make good sex mates."
 
Somehow, that logic made Katsuki feel more comfortable with Kaminari being there, only because it made sense that two bottoms were like a dead end. He grabbed a bottle of beer and handed it to Shoto. "Ice it for me," he mumbled.

Kaminari played with Shoto's hair, perking the strands up like cat ears. "Do you think Kirishima has a big dick?" he mumbled, making small talk. "What do you think, top or bottom energy?"
 
He took the bottle and focused carefully to create enough cool not to freeze the whole thing and stole a quick kiss before handing it back.

He'd had enough to drink himself that he was getting that warm loose feeling he remembered from Christmas, and kind of really liked Kaminari playing with his hair.

"Is this what you guys talk about all the time?" He asks after taking another drink. "Top," he decides. "And I don't know if it's big. But I bet it gets plenty hard."
 
"You're getting better at it," Katsuki said. Maybe Shoto didn't notice, but Katsuki had been giving him more menial tasks like this every now and then to make it easier for his boyfriend to use an iota of his power on command.

Katsuki turned on his video game to finish playing Resident Evil, stealing one of Kaminari's bags of chips to snack on. He shot Shoto a look when they were talking so nonchalantly about Kirishima's dick being hard and big.

"You think so?" Kaminari mumbled. "What about Tokoyami? Think it's weird if I find his emo ass pretty hot?"
 
He hadn't noticed. In fact, he hadn't noticed to the point that he blinked in confusion before it dawned on him what he'd done. Without even thinking about it much. He smiled a little to himself, and it was still there when he shrugged at the look Katsuki shot him over their topic of conversation.

He shook his head at Kaminari's question about it being weird, but Tokoyami was hard to read. "I can't imagine him letting anyone top him," he admits. "But I don't know ... that's a difficult one."
 
Katsuki inserted himself into the conversation physically, resting his head on Shoto's lap while he played video games.

Kaminari sighed in despair. "Think Shoji's a freak?" the blond wiggled his hands around to demonstrate what all of Shoji's extra hands could be capable of. "Or, you know, Midoriya is pretty cute, too. Think he's getting kind of hunky. I don't know. He kind of gives me service top vibes, you know?"

Katsuki snorted. "Are you just going through the whole damn list?" He cursed loudly, the room filling with the sound of gunshots. "God fucking damn it, I fucking shot him in the fucking eye!!!"

Kaminari looked at Shoto as if he couldn't believe he dealt with this all the time. "Okay, but I'd fuck everyone at least once, except Mineta. Gross."
 
Shoto dropped a hand to play with Katsuki's hair the moment he rested his head in his lap, like it wasn't even a conscious thought. The dorm room was their space, and it was where he was most comfortable.

He snorted at the idea of Shoji in bed - it wasn't anything he'd thought about before, but Kaminari kind of had a point.

Shoto's smile at Katsuki's outburst and Kaminari's disbelieving look was nothing if not fond, and he lifted one shoulder in a kind of shrug. For all his worrying he'd done when they'd come out, he'd never really considered what their relationship actually looked like from the outside.

"No ones fucking Mineta," he agrees, nose scrunched in disgust. And maybe they were going through all their classmates, but who else did they know. He takes another drink and taps his fingers against the bottle. "I absolutely see what you mean about Midoriya."
 
"Right? I definitely see it. It's kind of hot, the way those thighs are bulking up, too," Kaminari grinned, cradling a bag of potato chips against his chest. "I bet his dick is at least a six incher."

Katsuki scowled, grabbing their pillow and chucking it blindly at Kaminari. "Who the hell wants to know about that damn nerd's dick?" he growled. He definitely didn't like that Shoto was even thinking about it, his jealousy flaring again. "Mine's bigger. Obviously."

Kaminari ignored Katsuki's outburst like it was as warranted as the weather, then sighed dramatically. "You guys are lucky you guys have each other. It's not exactly easy getting laid for us singles."
 
"Obviously," Shoto agreed, tugging at blond strands of hair. He leaned over a bit so he could look at his boyfriend. "Let Kaminari dream, no one's dicking him down on the daily."

He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or just being around someone a little more like them that was making his tongue more loose, but he felt his own stab of jealousy when Kaminari mentioned getting laid and being single at the same time. His grip on Katsuki's hair tightened for just a moment before he reminded himself that what had happened when they were broken up didn't matter anymore. It was him Katsuki said 'I love you' to.

"You'll find someone," he says. "Just figure out your preferences before you end up in the bedroom next time, yeah?"
 
"It is, you just suck," Katsuki sneered. "You just gotta read the moment, and make your move. Some 'tops' or whatever like it when the other guy makes the move first." Katsuki could attest to that, because he was so easily aroused whenever Shoto was in the mood, too. "Just stop being a pussy about it."

"Yeah," Kaminari sighed. "I'm... pretty sure Kirishima's straight and I'm chickenshit to find out otherwise." The blond was a bit somber for once, like he was genuinely upset he couldn't confess his feelings for fear of rejection. "How did you know?" he asked Katsuki and Shoto. "That suddenly you liked penis?"

"I didn't, idiot," Katsuki huffed, reaching up to grab Shoto's chin. "Look at him. He's pretty, and strong." Katsuki had more reasons than that but he didn't want to disclose them in front of Kaminari.
 
"I can put Mina on it," Shoto offered. She was kind of shameless that way. Her nosiness knew no bounds and she'd ask people the most scandalous questions with a bright smile that made her hard to hate. "That way you can at least know before you dive in."

He remembered his days of being nervous around Katsuki. Not knowing if his interest would end up with him literally blown to pieces. He was lucky he'd ended up blown in different ways.

He frowned when his boyfriend grabbed his chin, but he could never stay too upset when Katsuki called him pretty.

"Same," he said, and reached out to wrap a hand around Katsuki's bicep, the muscles there visible even when he wasn't flexing. "Besides for me it was less about knowing I wanted dick and more about knowing I didn't want ... the other thing."
 
"That sounds like a nightmare," Kaminari chuckled. "I'll figure it out on my own... Thanks, Roki."

Katsuki settled quite a bit when Shoto grabbed his bicep, almost like it was a comforting touch to feel him there. "You sure as hell love it, though," Katsuki said as a side comment, though it came out louder than intended and made Kaminari snort in amusement.

"Is it cool if I crash on this couch tonight?" Kaminari asked. "Don't really wanna walk home by myself."
 
Shoto flicked his boyfriends forehead in retaliation for outing him like that and nodded at Kaminari's request. "We don't use the bedroom bunks, if you wanna crash there. As long as Katsuki doesn't mind."

If he was honest, he didn't really want Kaminari going home alone either. Something still wasn't settling right in his gut, and he liked to have all his ducks in a row when he got that feeling.
 
When Shoto flicked Katsuki's forehead, Kaminari winced as if he was expecting Katsuki to blow up like a grenade, but there was only mild annoyance on Katsuki's face as he rubbed the sore spot. For whatever reason, he wasn't bothered by small things anymore, and Kaminari stared in awe at Katsuki's lack of retaliation.

"Not my fault if you can't sleep when I'm fucking his brains out," Katsuki said flippantly.

Kaminari laughed. "Right, right," he said, and got up with a drunken sway. "You mind if I use the shower, Roki?"
 
"Go ahead," he said. "But if you fall, I'm sending Katsuki in there to deal with your naked ass." It was an empty threat. He'd end up doing it.

He waited until his friend was gone to lean over his boyfriend for an upside down kiss. "You're a hazard to society," he says, not for the first time. "And to your friends."
 
Once Kaminari left to use their shower, Katsuki leaned up to make it easier for his boyfriend to kiss him. "How am I a hazard to society?" he muttered, pressing another kiss to Shoto's chin as he held him by the nape of his neck.

"If I had to listen to him talking about Deku's dick, I can talk about fucking your brains out," he said, getting his head comfortable on his lap again, turning it to give where he assumed Shoto's dick was a loving (or about as loving as Katsuki can get) smooch.
 
"Why? Your obviously superior cock feeling a little jealous at the lack of attention?" Shoto asked, and although the words were highly teasing, his tone was as blank as it almost always was.

"That dinner made me really fucking uncomfortable," he mentions, carding his fingers through Katsuki's hair as he leans back on the couch. "Hey, did you sleep with other guys when we were apart?" he can't remember if it's something he's asked before, he blames the alcohol for making him fuzzy. He knows there were girls because he'd heard about them, gossip that Katsuki had only confirmed later. The question isn't tinged with jealousy though, just curiosity. Like there's something he's trying to understand.
 
"Shut up, or I'll fuck you right now," he muttered, scooting up just to bite Shoto's hip when he got it within reach. The question caught him off-guard, even if he had nothing to hide, per se. He couldn't really remember names off the top of his head. Most, if not all of his flings had been with people who'd approached him before, in high school, and even then, he'd just gone to a lot of dormitory parties and hooked up with random people.

"I didn't sleep with them," he said. "Made out with them, maybe." But he'd always felt guilty about doing anything more than that, maybe because he'd been so caught up with Shoto, and back then he'd been struggling to come to terms with his sexuality.
 
The bite on his hip makes him jerk a bit because it's a damn turn on but he glared and doesn't act on it. Instead, he hums at Katsuki's answer and hands his phone over. It's opened on a text from Mina, that plainly says keep an eye on your man. Sounds like to me Shinsou was a little too interested in him, and I don't think for his work out routine.

He knows what she's getting at, even he's not that dense. He wasn't entirely sure why he had to ask what he did to share the info, but for some reason he did.
 
Katsuki read the text once it was offered to him but looked just as uninterested as he'd been before he'd read it. "Yeah, and? I'm hot, Shoto, people are gonna stare," he said plainly, the sudden self-confidence hitting them both like a brick wall. "Dumb bitch kept playing footsie with me under the table, but you pulled us out before I could kick him between the legs," Katsuki snorted, button-mashing on his controller.

He glanced up during the cutscene and smirked. "Why, you jealous?" he teased.
 
It was very rare that Katsuki actually bothered him, but that comment did. He wasn't sure if it was actually what his boyfriend had said or if was just the situation as a whole.

He shouldn't be jealous. Shinsou or anyone else could try and win Katsuki over all they wanted, but it was his hand on his dick under that same table.

He didn't answer. 'Jealous' wasn't quite the right word. Instead he nudged Katsuki's head off his lap so he could get up and grab another beer.
 
Katsuki wasn't very adept when it came to these things but his feelings were pretty much on the same wavelength as Shoto's so naturally he sensed that something was off. Maybe it was just the way Shoto had nudged him off without saying anything. He contemplated ignoring it, thinking Shoto would get over his feelings sooner or later, but he just paused his game and followed his boyfriend to the kitchen.

He crowded Shoto against the counter, arms trapping him between them as he rested them on the counter. "Why are you asking me weird questions?" he asked, squinting. "You got something on your mind, just say it."
 
They hadn't fought since they'd started this thing between them again, outside of small quips that came from sharing a small space together, and he didn't want to fight now. He's not even mad, he doesn't know what he is.

He lets himself get crowded against the counter and frowns a bit. It's not like before, they aren't going to start yelling just because Shoto doesn't know how to explain himself.

"I don't know," he says. "I'm just bothered. Don't worry about it."
 
Katsuki's natural reaction was to bristle and even pick a fight if necessary but he didn't do that. Instead, he was silent, like he was reading Shoto's expression, trying to pick up clues from his boyfriend's expression alone. Naturally, Shoto had an impenetrable poker face and Katsuki sighed, letting him go to fetch another beer for himself, too.

"Fine," he said a little tersely. He wasn't good at navigating his own feelings, let alone someone else's, so he let it be, and returned to the living room where he turned the video game's volume down low in case Shoto wanted to sleep.
 
Shoto was silent for the rest of the night, uncharacteristic for the person he'd become over the last few months with Katsuki, but the tension eases out of him slowly, and after awhile he curled up around Katsuki the way he normally did when he played his games.

He didn't say goodnight to Kaminari when he went to bed, but he did wave, and not long after he fell asleep without a word, leaning against his boyfriend with his small frown still in place.
 
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