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Katsuki flopped around, just barely managing to get out of his shirt as it was pulled off of him. He thought so sober too but while drunk, Shoto looked like the prettiest person he'd ever seen in his life so he took a moment to just stare.

As soon as his shirt was off, he was back to pressing his forehead against Shoto's shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. "Missed you," he sighed out. "Parties without you are boring."
 
Shoto had to admit he wasn't about to turn away a clingy Katsuki. He wondered what exactly had changed that they'd gone from being people who only really touched when they were fucking, to people who wanted to be curled around each other all the time.

He had a feeling there was a blush across his cheeks from Katsuki's attention, but he ignored it and dropped a kiss into his boyfriends hair as he held him back. "You hate parties either way," he mentioned with a snort. "I missed you too, though."
 
"Yeah," he agreed to what Shoto said. It was definitely true that he hated parties either way, but Kirishima had asked to accompany him and he couldn't bring himself to turn down the favor after what he'd done for Bakugo during his and Shoto's break.

He formed a half-grin on his face and kissed Shoto again, this time missing his lips and going for his cheek. Then, he kissed him again, again, and again, peppering his face in lazy but loving kisses. "I love you," he slurred, his bigger body climbing on top of Shoto so he was straddling his lap now. "Mine. Mine."
 
Shoto laughed softly as Katsuki clumsily made his way into his lap, wrapping his arms around him to keep him from doing anything stupid like falling off the futons all together.

"I love you too," he says, catching kisses whenever his boyfriend passes over his lips. The affection is nice, he kind of likes it. "Yours," he promises. "Forever."
 
Forever. They had never discussed forever before, and even as some whimsical promise, Katsuki smiled at that. Somebody actually wanted to be with him forever, even with his attitude and blunders. He leaned his forehead against Shoto's and kissed him, his breath probably heated with alcohol, and not the cheap kind.

"I fought off some idiot that tried to get at me," he mumbled against Shoto's lips. He'd been so pressed about it that he'd gone rabid and it had gone all downhill from there.
 
He thinks it's probably a good thing Katsuki is happy with the gentle kind of kisses, because he has a feeling if Katsuki shoved his tongue down his throat, he'd get second hand drunk off the taste of him.

"Oh?" He asks, soft, not bothering to pull back. It figured that something had set Katsuki off, he didn't tend to be an angry drunk by default. But he tilts his head in curiosity and asks, "get at you physically or ... physically." He doesn't know if that's a good enough distinction for Katsuki's alcohol riddled mind, but for some reason that's the only way his words want to work.
 
"Physically," Katsuki snorted, unable to discern what he was talking about in his drunken state. "Was getting all touchy and shit." He grumbled in annoyance. It pissed him off when people touched him without permission, even more so when they did it when he was inebriated. It was why he didn't want to go to parties with Shoto anymore because he'd outright murder someone if they tried to touch Shoto when he was drunk.

"I would've kicked her ass," he muttered. He didn't care if she was a girl if she was invading his personal space or not asking for any kind of consent.

He yawned and slumped against Shoto, crowding his arms around his boyfriend's neck.
 
"Oh," Shoto says, and holds his boyfriend closer, pressing kisses into his hair. He'd learned pretty early on that Katsuki wasn't a fan of touch he didn't ask for, and getting to touch him as freely as Shoto did had taken years and trust and a general understanding of consent. It was part of the reason he kept his hands to himself when they were fighting.

"Sounds like she would've deserved it," he agreed, and ran his hands lazily down his boyfriends back. "You wanna get some sleep?"
 
Katsuki, between listening to Shoto and just being shirtless, had already dozed off on his boyfriend, clinging to him like some overgrown koala. It was pretty laughable that he was this way, when he was ready to fight anytime else.

As Katsuki was fast asleep, Kirishima knocked on the door, having been worried about Katsuki and Shoto when they'd just left together like that. He maybe worried Katsuki would have turned on Shoto with that destructive anger. "Hey, Roki, you okay? Is Bakugo okay?"
 
Shoto has settled back, letting Katsuki sleep on him, texting Mina to let her know things were okay after he'd left like that. He'd been reading for a homework assignment, his chin resting gently on Katsuki's head, when he heard Kirishima's knock.

"Hey," he calls, figuring the alcohol will keep his boyfriend knocked out. "We're fine. He's asleep, if you wanna come in you're gonna have to let yourself in. I'm currently acting as a glorified body pillow."
 
Katsuki was knocked out cold, occasionally twitching and even growling in his sleep like he was fighting even while unconscious.

Kirishima, a little tipsy himself, invited himself in and snorted when he saw Katsuki knocked out like a baby. "Seriously?" he chuckled. "I had to do so much talking to get him not to punch somebody." He handed Shoto a bag of snacks he'd bought for him on the way. "I should probably take my protein shakes..."
 
Shoto took the bag happily, and shifted Katsuki in his arms to make it easier to eat, pressing a kiss to his forehead to hopefully help soothe him.

"Honestly, all you have to do is not piss him off," he says, like he's explaining that two plus two equals four. He shakes the bag into his mouth and nods absently. "They're still in the fridge, we didn't steal any."
 
"Eh? You say that like it's easy," Kirishima laughed, finding it pretty cute how Bakugo was sleeping so soundly on Shoto like some rocked baby. He was almost tempted to tease him a little just to see if he was really knocked out cold.

"Right," he said, getting up to grab his protein shakes that he'd left in the fridge. "You know, all he did at the party was complain about how much it sucked and how it'd be better if you were there," Kirishima chuckled. "I tried to get him to have fun, but you know how he is." He didn't want to overstay his welcome, so he clapped his hands together and bowed a little. "Thank you, seriously. Thought we'd get arrested, honestly."
 
Shoto snorted. He wasn't surprised, but it was kind of funny to hear it from the outside point of view. "Yeah, he does that," he says, absently rubbing at Katsuki's back. "Honestly, he's such a homebody I'm surprised you got him to go out at all."

It kind of confused Shoto a bit that Katsuki had more fun just laying around with him than he did out with other people their age. He kind of thought he was boring. "You're welcome," he says. "Wasn't a problem. Any time."
 
Katsuki nuzzled into Shoto in his sleep, muttering something about blowing up somebody's face even if his expression was peaceful.

"Good night, then!" Kirishima waved. "Don't forget to lock your doors, yeah?" He snorted one last time at Bakugo sleeping soundly like a baby and left, leaving the two.
 
The next morning, when Katsuki still managed to drag himself out of bed at some unholy hour in the morning, Shoto sleepily teased him about telling Shoto he had a boyfriend, and not to try and take him home. He didn't find it funny enough to stay awake though, and was asleep again before Katsuki was even out of the shower.

His good mood only lasted until lunch. He had plans with Midoriya - the first since that night - but he found his father waiting for him outside his class.

Perhaps the only reason his classmates didn't fanboy over the number one hero was because the sidekick course wasn't as intense as the hero course, but he found it more likely that it was simply the Disappointed Father energy Endeavor was radiating.

"Not today," Shoto requests, pushing passed him and towards the courtyard.

"When, then?" His father asks, following him. "You don't answer my calls. If I don't come to you, will you ever speak to me?"

Shoto takes a steadying breath. "I have lunch plans."

"Then cancel them. I deserve an explanation for this."

Maybe. Maybe not. Katsuki did say he had to stop avoiding his father at some point.
 
Katsuki felt awful the next morning but not one to stay in bed, he pushed himself up and forced himself to go to the gym. He got lunch with Kirishima, and was on his way back to campus when he spotted a small crowd talking amongst themselves in front of two figures.

"Hey, isn't that Endeavor?" Kirishima gawked, looking over the commotion. "Oh, hey, it's Roki."

That, more than the comment of the pro hero being there, turned Bakugo's head. He stared, and knew he shouldn't have any say in this, that it wasn't his place to butt in, but he still kept an eye on the whole thing, dragging Kirishima away where they couldn't be easily spotted.

"The hell's he doing here?" Bakugo muttered. He'd just seen the guy a few days ago for work.
 
His father rants. About his plans and the future and Todoroki being too good to be a side kick and it wells frustration in him that's red hot and making him grind his teeth. They're gathering a crowd that's thankfully keeping its distance but it's still too much in his opinion.

"- after all the work I went through to give you that quirk!"

Something in him snaps. Something red hot and angry and exhausted.

"Gave me? Gave me?" he throws down his books and spins on his heel. "You manufactured me without ever pausing to think about what you were doing to my mother. Or my siblings. Or to even bother to ask me what I wanted. I'm a person, dad. Not a fucking robot."

He's never cursed in front of his father before and the word has a vibrant reaction more than anything else he'd said.

"I thought we were passed your rebellious teenage phase, Shoto. This is no longer about my goals to surpass All Might, but my goals for you, as your father. Perhaps one day when you have children, you'll understand."

Shoto laughs, but it sounds all wrong, even to his ears. "If you really cared about me at all, you'd have realized by now that I'm fucking gay."

He's not sure what he's expecting, but the way Endeavor rears back before disgust clouds his face isn't it. A large hand wraps around Shoto's bicep and jerks him like he weighs nothing. "We're leaving. Now. I should have never let you come to this school. Never let you become so corrupted. I'll finish your education. I should have kept homeschooling you anyway, if I'd known how downhill UA had gone I would have never enrolled you in High School."

Shoto feels cold all over, fear gripping his heart as memories from his childhood fill his mind. He remembers too well crying from over training. The bruises from disappointing. The burn of boiling water across his face.

Ice sprouts under his feet, gluing him to the ground, and he wretches his arm away so hard he thinks he hears something pop.

"How's the agency, dad? I hope you really like your new employee, because when Katsuki Bakugo takes your spot as number one, I'll be standing next to him." His voice pitches to something low and dangerous, a tone he hasn't used since the last time someone tried to separate him and Katsuki, even if it had been an ambulance. "And when he comes home after a long day at work, wishing for someone to suck his cock so he can relax, I'll be doing that too."

Endeavor slaps him. His head snaps around, there's stars in his eyes, and he laughs again as he spits out blood.
 
Bakugo had never felt so tense than he did in this moment. He wanted to step in and give Shoto the emotional support to stand up to his dad, but this was different. He believed that Shoto could do it on his own, and no matter how much he wanted to fight his boss more than ever, it wasn't his fight to have. Bakugo of all people knew how important it was to fight your own battles, and to never rely on others to do it for you.

So he held his ground, albeit trying his best to reel in his anger when he overheard all the things Endeavor was spouting that were so ignorant and abusive to Shoto. Even now, Endeavor was treating Shoto like he was some perfect toy to upgrade and configure the way he wanted without any regard for Shoto's feelings.

He grabbed Kirishima's sleeve when the redhead next to him bristled and looked like he was going to defend Shoto, too. "Don't," Bakugo muttered, and when he glanced back towards the two, there was a quick altercation, a flash of ice, and Shoto saying that. It made the heat rise all the way up to his ears, because damn, Shoto had never looked as sexy as he did now.

"Holy shit, Roki," Kirishima said, wide-eyed like the rest of the students that had stopped in the courtyard to watch the commotion.

This was definitely worth getting fired over. There was no way Endeavor would allow Katsuki to stay in his agency now that he knew he was dicking down his perfect son every night. Katsuki didn't budge from his spot. If things took a turn for the worst, and Endeavor actually retaliated with violence? He'd let Shoto handle that, too. Where Endeavor was concerned, it wasn't Katsuki's place to coddle and protect Shoto.
 
He waits for the second hit to come, but it never does, so he spits out more blood and lets the ice under his feet disappear. His fathers fists are clenched, but he's looking at the other students now, not at Shoto.

"Too many witnesses to hit me now?" He asks. "No one ever had cameras at home, huh? You better go, don't want to ruin your reputation."

"This conversation isn't over," Endeavor says.

Shoto sighs heavily and turns to pick up his books. "Yes dad, it is. It really is."

He'll have to cancel his lunch plans. He's so tired.

He doesn't push his way through the crowd because they move for him, shocked and silent.
 
Of course he bristled inside when Endeavor actually had the gall to raise his hand against Shoto like that. But this wasn't his fight, and he knew, it had taken a lot of courage for Shoto to have done what he'd done. If he broke through now and rescued Shoto like he was some damsel in distress, it'd just be spitting in Shoto's face, and undoing everything he'd done to stand up to his father in this way.

But that didn't mean he couldn't pick his own fight with Endeavor off-campus. He told Kirishima to make sure Shoto was okay, and caught up with Endeavor before the man left the University completely.

"Oi," he called after his boss. In a few minutes, he might not be. He stood there as the number one hero turned, hands slipped into his pockets. Endeavor might cause others to cower and flinch but Katsuki was a whole other breed of feral man, and he just stared at him undeterred. "I knew he could take that hit, but if you hit him again, you're gonna be number two again real quick."

Endeavor stared him down, and the two had an intense moment of eye contact, before Endeavor turned away first, not bothering to pick a fight with a child, even if Bakugo was the source of his son's corruption. "Don't bother coming to work," he said.

"Yeah," Bakugo called after Endeavor. "Figured you'd be petty as shit."

Still annoyed, he turned and tried to catch up with Shoto, following the chain of gossip that led him to his boyfriend eventually. "Babe," he caught up to him, getting right in front to pull him into a crushing hug, caring little if people were around to see it. "Holy fuck, you were badass."
 
Shoto had been shell shocked, walking on instinct, not even paying attention until he felt hands land on his shoulders. He's flinched so hard Kirishima had pulled away from him like he'd burned him.

He blinked at his friends worried face. He hadn't even noticed anyone he actually knew in the crowd. When had Kirishima shown up? Had he been there the whole time?

He was talking but Shoto couldn't hear him. His ears were ringing, a sure sign that a panic attack was underway, but before it took him over he was being pulled into a warm, strong, familiar embrace.

Katsuki. He gripped at the back of his boyfriends shirt, pressing himself as close as he could get. His heart was hammering but he somehow still laughed. "You guys saw all of that?"
 
"Yeah," Katsuki admitted. He pressed Shoto tightly to himself, the entire world around them seeming to disappear as he held Shoto's face in his hands. "You were fucking great. The way you stood up to your dad like that? You seriously kicked his ass. You won the hell out of that."

Katsuki had never been proud of anyone. Never so much as expressed encouragement for a teammate, let alone a friend, but he was sparing nothing this time, speaking straight from his heart in an outpour of love. He couldn't be prouder of anyone else and his eyes were practically sparkling as he looked at Shoto.

He reached one hand up and tousled Shoto's hair, getting the red-and-white strands mixed up in the middle.
 
He'd won. The panic slid away the longer Katsuki talked, as if he was physically pushing the attack off of Shoto's shoulders. It hadn't been easy. He was emotionally exhausted and the side of his face hurt where a bruise was definitely forming.

"Shit," he whispered, and a breathy laugh left him. "Shit, I told my father I suck ..." he couldn't even finish. He couldn't believe he'd said it in the first place. In public.

But Katsuki is so fucking proud of him and he's never seen this side of his boyfriend and it's for him and ... he thinks he might go dizzy with how much he loves him.
 
"Hell yeah, you did," Katsuki snorted. "You freak."

Even Katsuki wouldn't have had the balls to say something that gutsy in public, but damn, was it hot. He literally scooped Shoto up, hauling him over his shoulder in his impatience to get back to their dorm. "Get out of the way!" he barked at the others that stayed to stare and gossip, back to true Katsuki fashion.

When they were inside the safety and privacy of their own place, he grabbed a washcloth from the kitchen, dampened it in water, and returned to dab it on Shoto's face. "Freeze it or something," he held out the cloth, attempting to use it as an ice pack for Shoto's face when he did.
 
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