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Shoto didn't complain about being swooped up and carried away. It was kind of better than trying to ignore everyone and walking himself. He sits obediently when Katsuki dumps him on the futon.

He reached out and placed a finger on the cloth, managing to freeze it just enough that it was still possible to manipulate. He hadn't been able to do that before Katsuki had trained him for it. Without violence.

He offers his cheek up again, pressing his tongue to the inside where it split against his teeth. It's not the worst he's had.
 
He didn't even wince as he wiped up all the blood that had stained his boyfriend's lips, even leaning in to kiss him as if it'd ease the pain a little. It pissed him off to see him like this, of course, but it wasn't so bad when he considered the fact he'd be here to nurse his wounds, too. He dabbed at it gently and rested the frozen cloth against his cheek, being careful not to apply too much pressure. Recovery was admittedly new to him, so he was a bit awkward, but he didn't need to be taught to care for Shoto. It came as a second nature, almost.

He didn't mention that he'd caught up with Endeavor and gotten fired in the process. Shoto would probably figure that out himself when he'd be home instead of at work.

"Guess it's good he clipped you on this side of your face," he tried to lighten the mood by being an ass. "You can barely tell 'cause of your scar."
 
Shoto snorted. "Asshole."

He couldn't remember a time someone had taken care of him, after. His father had always said he'd have to figure it out himself, so his siblings hadn't been allowed to help. And his mother had already been gone.

The line of thinking leads him to saying, "Thank you. For this." He knows Katsuki doesn't really need to hear it. He takes care of him constantly, from how he eats to his study habits. Why wouldn't he clean up his wounds too. "Hopefully your parents will take it better."
 
Katsuki didn't even indulge Shoto's "thank you" with a reaction other than a slight lift of his brow. When the towel got warm and damp again, he got up to grab an actual ice pack from the freezer that he used for his muscles aches after the gym. The towel he still used to clean him up a bit, but the ice pack stayed on Shoto's cheek.

"Look at you," he said. "You're hard not to love." If Shoto had managed to make him, the most prickly person out there, an absolute pushover, he had no doubt his mother would love him, too. He was most like his mom, anyway.

"He didn't knock your teeth out, did he?" he grumbled, pushing up Shoto's lip with his thumb to check them.
 
Shoto wasn't sure he believed him, he'd grown up feeling pretty unlovable. It'd only started to feel different recently, between visiting his mother again and dating Katsuki again.

"Not this time," he answers, but lets his boyfriend check his teeth anyway. It'd been a good hit and it'd probably bruise something nasty, but he was fine. He was soaking up Katsuki's love more than actually needing the aftercare.

He still can't really believe he did what he did. He almost feels removed from it, like he's hearing about it from someone else. "I probably just ruined your job."
 
He kissed his lips again, handing Shoto a water bottle from his duffel bag to get the taste of blood out of his mouth. He didn't seem at all fazed by what Shoto said next.

"Hated it, anyways. Wasn't enough pay for the shit I had to do," he lied. It was a half-lie because he really had hated working under the same guy who'd made Shoto's life hell but the job had paid well and would have looked golden on his resumè. He didn't really know where else to go if not the top agency. Maybe he'd check out Best Jeanist's again as long as he didn't make him wax his hair down again.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "More time with you in the end. You'd whine way too much in the mornings."
 
Shoto took a few swigs of the water, washing his mouth out. It wasn't the first or the last time he'd tasted blood, but he'd never been a fan of it.

He snorts at Katsuki's reply about the job, not entirely sure if he believes him or not. The whole thing had made sense logistically, Shoto's personal issues aside, even he knew it was a good one for Katsuki to have under his belt. He was right about one thing though - Shoto would whine too much in the mornings.

"If anyone filmed that, I outed us in a very big way," he mutters. He'd only thought about the amount of cellphones that could have been pointed in their direction after his dad had hesitated in hitting him again. He frowns. "I want to be number one again. Like really want it. With you. Out of fucking spite to back up what I said back there."
 
Shoto was such a clingy baby in the mornings that it was impossible to go anywhere in the mornings without his boyfriend wanting five more minutes of cuddles. Katsuki loved him even more for that, honestly.

"Everyone filmed it," Katsuki said. "But at least everyone knows we're dating now." No more idiots getting handsy at parties or assuming they were straight anymore. Everyone would know exactly what they were about and with that would come a whole new wave of competition.

"We'll just train together until I find a new job then," he said. "Think we have an insanely strong move if we can get you to freeze things fast enough so I can blast them apart." Shoto's flames didn't have the destructive impact needed to shatter ice, but his explosions did. "I've been thinking of some new moves too."
 
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Everyone filmed it. The number one hero saying some awfully homophobic shit to his own son on camera. Even in a conservative country, he could already see the media outrage that was going to be tomorrow.

But, Katsuki had a point. If it gained the kind of attention he thought it was going to, they'd never have fo come out again. They wouldn't have fo worry about their relationship affecting their careers twenty years from now. Everyone would already know. The whole university definitely already knew.

He finished off his water and nodded along with his boyfriend. That move had done a lot of damage to a Nomu and they hadn't even planned it. If they put some work into it, he had a feeling Katsuki was right. "Okay," he agrees. He leans forward to get another kiss, and thinks he's kind of okay with how things turned out. Dramatic as it was ... Katsuki had been right. He'd kicked ass.
 
"Also," Katsuki said, excitement glinting in his eyes. He'd never been so excited about working on moves with someone else before, not unless he needed to for the sake of some co-op competition. "Nail bombs," he said as if that explained anything at all. He elaborated. "Your ice can be shattered in mid-air, at just the right angle so it turns into a nail bomb." Their moves were getting way too violent but that just made Katsuki even more eager.

"Misty smokescreens, you ever tried that?" he asked, bringing up another idea he'd been ruminating on. Shoto could actually provide him a lot of cover, even some defense should he ever need it.

"Fuck, we're gonna be a kick-ass team, babe," he grinned, sweeping his boyfriend's hair out of his face. "We'll be killing those fucking Nomu left and right."
 
Shoto's small smile slowly turns into a grin the longer his boyfriend talks. Part of him thinks that maybe they're getting a little too violent, but it's rare that he sees Katsuki with this kind of excitement. It's a little addicting. He was looking up at him, his own mix matched eyes bright.

"I'm so fucking in love with you," he declares. He didn't care what his fight with his father brought. He was loved, and he loved someone, and they had a bright future in front of them. "I'm going to love you for the rest of our fucking lives."
 
Katsuki blinked when Shoto declared that he loved him. He knew, yet he couldn't help but smile stupidly when told that again. He'd always been so angry, pushing people away and forcing him to be stronger without anyone's help, and finally, it felt freeing to be able to shoot for the same goal with someone. Not just anyone but Shoto, who he respected and loved. Respect and love came hand-in-hand for Katsuki, who rarely thought others were worth his time, but Shoto was worth his future, and then some.

"This is why we never get fucking anywhere," he teased. "Because you keep bringing up all that mushy shit when we're talking about training." He liked it. It always caught him off-guard for some reason. He gently cupped Shoto's bruised cheek. "You don't wanna go to the infirmary for this?"
 
"That's fair," Shoto agreed, then shook his head. It'd been a gnarly hit and it would probably be sore but he was fine. "He hit harder when I was younger."

The bleedings stopped, at least. "Guess we can spend your new free time working on training."

His phone rings, and he digs it out of his pocket, arching a brow when he sees his brothers name.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Natsuo says. "Are you ... okay?"

"News travels fast," Shoto comments. "But I'm fine."

"Katsuki Bakugo huh ... isn't he the feisty one from the sports festival?"

Shoto snorts, but says, "yes."

There's a long pause, because this is awkward. They don't talk much. Then, Natsuo says, "Dad says he's cutting you off but ... I just wanted to let you know not to worry about your tuition okay? I got you."

Shoto hadn't even thought of that. School wasn't free. "You don't -"

"You deserve some happiness, Sho," his brother says. "I uh, just wanted to let you know that I'm here, if you need anything."

"Okay," he says, then adds, "Uh, if you heard, then ... Fuyumi?"

This silence is so long Shoto almost thinks the call dropped, then Natsuo says, "I wouldn't ... expect her to call anytime soon."

"Oh," he says. And it wasn't like they were close either, but he doesn't expect the way a stone settles in his stomach. "Okay."

"Yeah, okay. I'll ... see you around, yeah?"

"Yeah," Shoto says, and sighs as he ends the call.
 
Katsuki kept nursing Shoto's wound, obsessing over it as if constantly touching it with an ice pack would make the bruise disappear. It really was a gnarly hit and the more he stared at it, the more he wanted to make one on Endeavor's face, too.

He set the damp towel on the coffee table and settled back on his hands, picking up pieces of the phone conversation while Shoto and Natsuo talked. It didn't sound good, judging by the look on Shoto's face.

When he ended the call, Katsuki kind of looked like a guilty dog, but tried not to let it show with a slight scowl instead.

He paused before he said. "You think it's because you like guys, or because it's me?" It was an honest question. Maybe Shoto's family didn't really have a problem with him being gay, but it was just Katsuki that was the problem. He'd made quite an impression at the sports festival and it wouldn't be so farfetched to say people saw him in a negative light.
 
"It's the gay thing," he mutters. "Dads all about quirk pedigrees. Not passing this on is probably making his ears steam."

He really hasn't even thought about Katsuki being the issue. It wouldn't be the first time someone would think Katsuki would make a bad boyfriend, but his family would be hard pressed to make any judgements. Besides, his mother's opinion was the only one he cared about, and she asked after Katsuki often.

"Doesn't matter anyway," he says. "I could care less."
 
Katsuki snorted at that. It's the gay thing. He hadn't even thought of what that would mean for him in terms of "passing on his quirk," either. He'd never really thought about a family, and he hated kids, anyway.

"You just bullshitting yourself or do you really not care?" he asked. It was tough navigating through life without family. Even if Katsuki kind of came from a dysfunctional family dynamic himself, in the end it was his family putting him through college, too.

He pulled Shoto close, sitting in front of him so that Shoto's legs were over his thighs, his arms loose around his boyfriend's middle. "Gonna be here either way."
 
Shoto cuddled against his boyfriends chest, taking the comfort of being close to him, while he thought about the question. Did he care? He'd gotten through a lot of things easier thanks to his fathers name and money. Hell, he'd only even gotten into UA off recommendations.

"I'm not close to my siblings anyway," he mutters. "They were too much of a 'distraction' to me as a kid. But I've got my mom. And it's not really the same because she can't really ... help. But I don't need her help, I don't think. Just her acceptance."
 
Katsuki rested his chin on top of his boyfriend's head and wiggled his nose a little as a stray strand of his hair tickled it. "As long as you're okay," he muttered. Strangely mellow, Katsuki pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, then right above his brow, using his other hand to rest the ice pack on his face in five minute intervals.

"You know, people who aren't gonna make you better are just gonna get in your damn way," he grumbled.
 
"That was very sage of you," Shoto comments, just to be a ass, which he learned from Katsuki himself. It rings true though, and he decides he really doesn't have time for people who aren't going to help him succeed. In the way he wants to.

He lifts up for another kiss and smiles. "I'm okay," he promises.
 
Katsuki snorted. Shoto really was adopting his personality traits, even some of his terrible ones, and honestly it was really cute. It was like he could actually see Shoto transforming into some devious shithead that didn't take crap from anyone and called people out on their bullshit. Maybe he was learning how to be passive from Shoto, and actually letting things go, while Shoto was learning the opposite from him.

He sighed and rested the ice pack on his boyfriend's cheek again after five minutes. "Should get my parents out of the way, too. Almost years of dating and they have no fucking clue."
 
Shoto nearly told him not to bother with the ice, but he figured it would keep the swelling down, so he held his tongue and just let himself be pampered.

"Years," he mutters, a little shocked. But Katsuki's right. Between high school and now it's been awhile, and he's a little surprised they managed to keep it under wraps for so long.

"You want me to be with you when you do it?"
 
"I mean, yeah," Katsuki snorted as if he was amused Shoto would even consider the alternative. "Can't exactly introduce my boyfriend if he isn't there." His parents wouldn't believe him, first of all, since it wasn't like Katsuki to bring anyone home, let alone a guy. But he was pretty determined to have something go right for once.

"Nothing you do will be worse than what they had to deal with raising me," he chuckled, kissing the corner of Shoto's lips.

He then glanced at Shoto, tilting his face up with a possessive hold on his face to turn it into the light. "Looks better already."
 
Shoto nods a little, agreeing. He wouldn't have minded if Katsuki wanted to tell his parents alone, it was kind of a big deal, but he feels like he should be there. For the same reason he could tell his mother he was seeing someone but couldn't seem tell her who until Katsuki offered to go with him.

He snorts at the idea of Katsuki being difficult to raise - he'd known him as a teenager, it wasn't even a little surprising, and lets his boyfriend hold his face up.

"Little sore," he says. "Probably won't be able to blow you for a few days. Shame."
 
Katsuki snorted at that and flicked Shoto's nose playfully. "Good thing your ass isn't busted then," he bantered right back. If there was a will, there was a way, and if Shoto's mouth was indisposed, he'd make good use of his boyfriend's hands, thighs, or even his stomach.

He'd make do with what he had. He tilted Shoto's face up some more to press a kiss to his lips. "Or I could just blow you instead," he teased. He definitely didn't do it often enough, only because he thought Shoto enjoyed blowing him much more than the other way around.
 
Shoto snorted, not surprised that his boyfriend managed to out-dirty him. His own quips were few and far between and he had nothing on Katsuki's filthy mouth. The idea of getting blown himself makes a blush appear across his cheeks - Katsuki was right, he did enjoy being the one on his knees more than the other way around. He was a bit of a cockslut, and he was working on accepting that about himself. But he had a bad habit of ignoring his own dick in favor of other pleasures that he often forgot how good it could feel.

"Shut up," he says weakly.
 
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