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Shoto laughed, a little dryly and a little anxiety riddled, but Katsuki wasn't wrong. They'd held their own, and it might have killed them to have taken the thing down, but wouldn't that have been better than letting it terrorize the city?

"We kept it contained," he mentioned. "Little to no damage. No casualties. Aizawa isn't too happy with us but... I think we did good."

He finally felt brave enough to put an arm on his boyfriends chest, fingers curling into the hospital gown. "Put your mask back on, you need to breathe."
 
Shoto's arm on his chest felt like a security blanket draping over him, easing away all the pain that still riddled his sore body. He turned his head and leaned in just a bit to nuzzle his face against Shoto's, tickling his cheek with his breath, breathing in his boyfriend's comforting scent like he was his air.

"Shut up," he mumbled, but with a weak grin. "Don't tell me what to do." His hand reached for Shoto's between them and he held it gingerly.

"Love you," he breathed shallowly, like he was choosing words sparingly. "I... would have been damn pissed... if I died and couldn't say it."
 
Shoto felt his heart squeeze. He was so used to Katsuki being the one who had his shit together. Angry and brash as he was, no one would say Katsuki was weak, or didn't know what he wanted. Only Shoto saw his insecurities, but when Katsuki was who he looked to when his whole world went sideways, having him be the one in the hospital seemed so wrong it left a bad taste in the back of his mouth.

He shouldn't have almost died. Shouldn't have been this hurt. Not from just a regular day.

He pressed his face to his boyfriends neck, letting the comfort of being next to him wash over him, and twined their fingers together loosely. "I would have been pissed too," he mumbled. "Love you."
 
When Shoto buried his face into his neck, he wound his arm around him, combing it through the tresses of hair behind his head. This was what calmness and love felt like, even when he was in pain, even after he'd just been beaten to shit by a Nomu.

"But, like hell I am," he snorted. "Gonna die, I mean." He still had too much to do, and he had an even longer bucket list that involved Shoto.

Like right now, Katsuki had this weird urge to just... marry him. He didn't know where the hell that idea had come from considering it was illegal, but maybe he just thought that was the next step to love, and he wanted to be there. He wanted to move on from just... being boyfriends, because what they had felt stronger than a relationship.

Idly, he took Shoto's hand and wrapped the cord of his IV around his ring finger, as if to measure it.
 
"You better fucking not," Shoto grumbled, pushing himself closer, clingy in that way he hardly ever was unless something was wrong. "You're too stubborn for that shit anyway."

He didn't say anything as Katsuki took his hand, wrapping the cord around his finger, just stayed still and easy to move, watching with one eye where his face was pressed. It didn't miss his attention which hand it was, but he wasn't sure he wanted to say anything either.

Are you family? No, and he never would be by their laws, but just saying 'I'm his boyfriend' didn't sound like enough. He'd get to use 'partner' one day soon and mean it in more than one way, but it still didn't feel strong enough. Didn't fully explain what this was between them.

"I got real fucking scared for a minute there," he says softly, because he promised to start talking about his shit. "Think I scared our friends."
 
Once he memorized the measurement, he uncoiled the cord and returned to gently holding his hand instead, finding comfort in the warmth of Shoto's hand. His body seemed to appreciate it too, as he could feel a drastic improvement already.

"Fucking scared about what?" he wheezed, back to their normal banter. "I already said I wasn't gonna die."

That explained why his friends had been so quick to leave, and why he'd been kind of surprised when Shoto had lashed out at those nurses. It was like a flip switched in Shoto and honestly, it was pretty scary as much as it was hot.

"Did you get one of those..." he inhaled slowly. "Panic attacks?" He knew Shoto kind of switched off his emotions during those moments.
 
"Yeah, probably," Shoto admitted. He hadn't gone into the full spiral, with the hyperventilating and disassociating, but he definitely hadn't been okay. He winced a little and muttered, "I may have threatened to burn down the city when they tried to put us in different ambulances."

He kind of felt like, in some deep dark part of himself, that he would have done it too. He'd been off centered through this whole ordeal, unhappy and agitated until he was finally here, next to Katsuki, where he belonged. He'd apologize to their friends later. It'd been good of them to come. He just hadn't been in the right place to appreciate it.
 
Katsuki snorted in amusement at that because it hurt too much to actually laugh. Why did it feel like they were slowly swapping personalities? "They're not gonna let us be heroes, idiot," Katsuki teased, his fingers curling around Shoto's a little tighter. Protectively.

Because he's realized early on that he'd been focused more on distracting the Nomu from hurting Shoto more than he was trying to keep it away from civilians or putting it down.

"We fished a good combo from that," he nodded slowly. "You freeze them, I blast them to pieces." His explosions could actually make shattering solid matter possible, after all.
 
Shoto didn't bite back because he knew what he'd say - if it came to being a hero or being with Katsuki, he'd pick Katsuki. He'd never ask his boyfriend to make the same choice though, he knew what being a hero meant to him.

"It was a good idea," he agreed. "I think once we get good at working together, we'll be able to pull off shit like that without even thinking about it. Just ... habit."

Hero talk seemed safer than talking about his feelings. He was more than happy to focus on that while he clung to the man next to him.
 
He could feel his body recovering, whether by Recovery Girl's efforts or just by having Shoto's warmth next to him. He was blissfully content, so much that he didn't feel so much of the pain anymore.

"Sleep here with me," he said. He didn't think Shoto was going to do anything different but it needed to be said, as he felt he needed the comfort. He had too many nightmares as it was, and no matter how tough he was, he hated feeling vulnerable to the memories of being beaten, kidnapped, and nearly killed.

"I don't want you to go."
 
"They'll have to pry me away from you," Shoto promises, his voice taking on just a hint of that darker tone he got when he was serious enough about something to commit a crime.

He wasn't exaggerating either, he'd spent enough time without Katsuki. Broken up. Waiting for him with their friends when he'd been kidnapped. Standing outside the door to the recovery room before he forced his way in.

Anyone would be hard pressed to separate them now. "Get some rest," he muttered. "It's good for you."
 
"I felt like I just slept a thousand fucking years," he mumbled. He was still in the process of waking up fully from sedation but he felt lightheaded from it and looked like he had half his consciousness.

"You sleep," he said it right back, offering his arm for Shoto to nestle against, the way they usually cuddled when they were watching a movie or something. It couldn't be easy for Shoto too, to have his mom at the hospital, and to be stuck in such an awful place.
 
Shoto wasn't sure he could sleep, but he cuddled up close to the arm Katsuki offered him, and settled in comfortably. A moment later, he was out. The day had weighed on him - physically, from not allowing his body to rest after the fight and from avoiding his panic attacks.

Emotionally from trying to shove down the idea that Katsuki might not wake up. That he might have to figure out how to keep living without him. Now that Shoto had seen himself that they were both okay and going to live another year to bicker with each other, his body gave up.
 
Katsuki made sure to stay awake and still as Shoto's breaths evened out. For a while, he watched Shoto sleep, tracing the features of his face and how pretty they were, from his lashes to the perfect tip of his nose. He felt an overwhelming need to protect him, a feeling that stayed with him as he then drifted off to sleep himself.

In a few days, Katsuki was healed and discharged from the hospital with Shoto. It was the day of the school's lantern festival, where they were celebrating the coming of spring, the gentle rains, and the cherry blossoms. Their friends had been blowing up Katsuki's phone asking if he'd be able to make it, and by some miracle he'd made a full recovery thanks to Recovery Girl and Shoto.

"It's one thing after another," Katsuki sighed, finally getting to roll onto their futons.
 
Recovery hadn't been fun, but at least Shoto had kept his worry at bay. He was fine a few days in, but Katsuki took a bit longer as he healed from his surgeries. It was still a relief when they walked out together.

He wasn't surprised by the texts that lined both of their phones but he was thankful no one tried to knock on their door. He wasn't quite ready to share his boyfriend yet.

He fell with Katsuki onto the bed, still as clingy as he had been since the whole ordeal had started. "Welcome to the world of hero work," he muttered. "There are no breaks."
 
The worst part of that break he'd taken at the hospital was not being able to fuck Shoto for nearly a week. He'd tried making out with him but that had just drawn attention to them when his heart monitor had gone out of control.

Now that he was home and somewhat healed up, he pressed a deep kiss to his boyfriend's lips. "Fuck, I needed that," he huffed when he pulled away. "If hero work doesn't have sex, it's gonna suck," he complained, reaching for Shoto's ass to squeeze.

"I need a new yukata. Mine's too small."
 
Shoto wasn't going to lie, he'd needed it to. He'd never really expected the physical part of a relationship to mean so much to him, but with sex suddenly being off the table for as long as it had been, Shoto found himself craving it. Not just for the fun part, but to feel Katsuki's touch in that way. To be close like that.

"Mm, that's what you have me for right?" He asked, half teasingly. "So you can fuck me in dim alleys when patrols are slow?"

He hadn't asked if they were going to go to the celebration, but Katsuki wanting a new yakata was a good sign. "I could use a new one, too." The one he had was red. He'd much rather have blue or something.
 
They probably wouldn't be able to afford the really nice ones but the school was renting out yukatas for students that needed one to wear. It was, however, an afterthought when Shoto mentioned fucking him during patrol.

Of course he'd thought about quickies in the alleyway, and having Shoto on his knees blowing him in some abandoned warehouse somewhere. Hearing Shoto say that though, made Katsuki huff and kiss him again. His body was a little slower to react, having gone so long without this kind of contact that it was taking time to wake up.

"Dirty slut," he mumbled affectionately. "Don't tell me I was the only one who missed sex." Shoto seemed to take the withdrawals pretty well.
 
Shoto smiled into that kiss and pressed himself closer, chasing more. They hadn't had nearly enough of each other. "Just because my mouth is cleaner than yours doesn't mean I don't miss it."

He stretched out lazily. They'd been told to take it easy, no extraneous activities, for at least a couple of days. It was a fair thing to tell people who worked out as much as they did, but there had also been enough nurses come to see why Katsuki's monitor was going off that the double meaning had been clear.

"I could blow you," he offered. "If you can be still and not fuck my face."
 
"I like it when your mouth is dirty," Katsuki grinned as he pressed kisses along his boyfriend's neck, leaving one, then two hickeys right where others can see them. By now, there would be no doubt among their friends just how often they fucked.

When Shoto offered to blow him, Katsuki leaned back a little too eagerly, propping himself up on his elbows. Since they couldn't have rough sex, or even just normal sex where Shoto had to use his leg or Katsuki had to move his entire body, they had to settle for something easier. "How do you wanna get off?" he grinned, combing back his own mess of hair with his fingers. "You wanna sit on my face? Want me to finger you?"

He'd offer a blowjob, too, but he had a feeling Shoto liked getting fucked or eaten out better.
 
Despite how nosy their friends could be, Shoto really didn't mind wearing hickey's around. So he tilted his head to give his boyfriend more room and closed his eyes, just enjoying the feeling.

He was honestly just planning on getting himself off, but he wasn't going to turn Katsuki down, so he rolled over and said. "Fuck, eat me. Please."

He carefully pulled one of Katsuki's legs up so he could slide between them and pushed up his boyfriends shirt to press kisses against his lower abdomen, softer than he normally was. They weren't used to going slow, but they'd have to either do that or end up in the hospital again.
 
Katsuki smirked. Shoto definitely had a thing for being pleasured down there, especially when he was riding his face. Katsuki got off on it too, so much that he could just cum from eating his boyfriend out.

As Shoto kissed down his abdomen, he felt a strong urge to shove his lover's head down and smash it against his cock, but for once, he resisted. Not for the sake of recuperating, but just to try and enjoy the slow pace for once. "Shit... You look good," he whispered, slipping his fingers through Shoto's hair. He'd never tire of how hot his boyfriend looked doing anything at all, especially when he was between his legs about to suck his cock like that.

"Then turn around and we can 69," Katsuki suggested, his tongue flicking over his lower lip.
 
Shoto gave his boyfriend a look but watching his tongue swipe across his lip like that made him forget whatever argument he had. Was it that the position might end with him collapsing on him? Or put too much pressure on his knee? He didn't care.

He slid off the bed and toed his shoes off before losing his pants. It never failed to send a blush up his neck at the idea of shamelessly sticking his ass in Katsuki's face, but honestly he was too excited to stay in the shame. Instead he crawled back on the bed and worked on finding a comfortable position where he could hold most his weight on his elbows.

Then he coaxed his boyfriends cock out of his pants and set to lapping at it slowly, giving it enough attention to get it nice and hard for him.
 
As Shoto's ass loomed close, he licked his lips, his hands on the other male's hips helping him lift some of that weight from his knees. "If it starts to hurt, just fucking sit on my face," he grinned as he lifted his head to swipe his tongue wetly over that taint, all the way to his hole. He groaned at the first taste, that musk making his head dizzy because fuck, he'd forgotten what being horny had felt like.

As Shoto licked his cock, he tried his best not to cant his hips, toes curling as blood rushed to the thick cockhead, his shaft twitching. "Fuuuuuck," he moaned out, holding Shoto's waist down with his arms around them, so Shoto didn't have to stay on his knees. He didn't mind having to use his core to bring his head closer, his hands looping around Shoto's legs to squeeze and spread apart his ass cheeks.

He went to town right away, delving right in, eating Shoto out like he deserved to be.
 
Shoto groaned and dropped his forehead against Katsuki's thigh while he took a moment to get his shit together. He didn't think there was ever going to be a day that Katsuki's filthy mouth didn't make him so aroused he couldn't function, or that he'd be prepared for that first wet swipe of tongue.

It wasn't easy to have that much attention on his ass and focus at the same time - it felt too good, and more than once he found himself distracted, until finally he just took his boyfriends cock down his throat and held it there, letting his moans do the work instead of his tongue.
 
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