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Katsuki grinned triumphantly when he managed to make a blush appear on Shoto's already colorful face. He was so god damn cute that he couldn't help but kiss him again on the cheek as he clammed up and looked embarrassed.

"No dick-sucking for you, then," he teased right back. If Shoto could dangle blowjobs in front of him, he could do the same. His hand swept back Shoto's hair, almost petting him. "I know you told your dad how much you love it."
 
Shoto groans in embarrassment. He still cant believe he said that. Can't believe that someone, somewhere, has it on camera. His life just got very interesting.

"I don't think I'm going to class tomorrow," he decides. He'll be the hot gossip all day, which means that by tomorrow everyone will either stare or be brave enough to ask stupid questions. But once the novelty wears off he won't have anything to worry about. And its Thursday, which gives them a full weekend of cool down.

"Wanna skip with me?" They don't do that often, not fo to class on purpose. He thinks about visiting his mom, but staying in seems safer.
 
Shoto had never asked him to skip class before, no matter how affectionate or horny he was feeling. Katsuki didn't like missing classes either. He hated falling behind, even for a day, so his attendance throughout high school had been nothing short of golden spare a few days absent due to injuries or minor mishaps.

But it didn't sit right with him to leave Shoto after the day's events. "Yeah," he answered, but not without poking Shoto's forehead hard. "But you better know I don't just skip class for just anyone."

He'd be paranoid about missing class all day but honestly being with Shoto just like they'd been together at break sounded nice.
 
Shoto wouldn't have blamed him if Katsuki wanted to go to class - they were serious about their career, and school was important - but he feels relieved when he agrees. He makes a face over getting poked in the forehead like that, and playfully slaps Katsuki's hand away.

"Good thing I'm not just anyone," he says. Spending the day inside, wrapped up in the little paradise they'd had over Christmas break, sounds like a great way to recoup.
 
He cupped Shoto's face in his hands and kissed him all over, sparing no inch of skin free of his loving pecks. He made sure to kiss him a few more times where there was bruising, and ended the barrage of pecks on his forehead.

"I'll get you soba tonight for that," he grinned. Even if Shoto might be wearing bruises to show for it, the night was definitely one to be celebrated.
 
They had soba that night, and drank just a touch of sake because Shoto felt the need for a toast, and fell asleep wrapped up in each other. That morning Shoto won cuddles, and they spent the day together wrapped up in domesticity.

News spread. He had texts from Kaminari and Kirishima checking in on him, and Mina called a few times before he finally told her he was spending the day with Katsuki and he was fine, and even a few others. He didn't check social media. He didn't want to know.

Katsuki's at the gym Saturday, catching up on the day he missed, when Mina lets herself into the dorm and has Shoto on his feet before he even realizes what's happening.

"We're celebrating!" She decides. "I'm so fucking proud of you. So we -" she pauses and touches the side of his face. There's a dark bruise just under his scar, and abs touches it with a frown.

"I'm fine," he says. "Katsu took care of me."

She grins, and lets it go. "Okay! So come on! We're gonna dress up and party!"

"do I have a choice?" He asks, amused.

"absolutely not," she says, and drags him to get ready.
 
Kirishima worked him ten times harder when he was back at the gym on Saturday. The two spent the day catching up on what they had missed, though it mostly was about Katsuki filling Kirishima in on how Shoto was doing after that day. He didn't know when he'd started to talk to Kirishima so regularly but the redhead had probably noticed that Katsuki was getting easier to talk to, too.

He'd even called Kirishima by his first name, Eijiro, so casually when asking him to pass his water bottle that Kirishima had nearly missed it.

"Guessing you're gonna spend the night with Shoto then?" the redhead asked sheepishly. "Man, must be nice to have someone to come back to. Like, living with your boyfriend practically for free."

Katsuki shrugged, and during one of his workout breaks texted Shoto to see where he was.

[Katsuki] Hey, you wanna get dinner?
 
Never drinking again went out the window the moment Mina handed him something that tasted like strawberries and bananas and not at all like the amount of rum that was in it.

It wasn't really a party so much as just a couple of them hanging out. Mina, Kaminari , Sero, Uraracha, and Jiro. They were all talking him up for his showdown with his father, and feeding him alcohol.

Katsuki has his own ringtone so he's hyper aware of his phone when it goes off. He grins at the text and sends back: Yes, get me from Mina's
 
Katsuki glanced down at his text and then at Kirishima who must have gotten a message from Mina inviting him over for the party. "You know what the hell happens with me and parties," he sighed. "I'm just gonna be there to make sure he's fine." A party for Todoroki wouldn't be a party without the guy himself.

He arrived with Kirishima, the redhead getting right into the groove of things while Sero and Kaminari crowded around Katsuki, handing him drinks and snacks. It astounded the blond how fast these idiots started something like this.

"Where's the brat?" he asked, searching the very small group for his boyfriend. There was no way he was drunk already.

"Dude, look at this cute dude I matched with!" Kaminari shoved a phone in his face just as he was about to go look for Shoto.

"Piss off, Sparky," Katsuki huffed, swatting the phone out of his face.
 
One second he was fine, the next the world was moving slower than his head, and he was laughing at something with Mina but he didn't even remember what it was.

"Oh!" She said, looking over his shoulder at something. "Look who's here!"

Shoto turned, and the image of Katsuki between his friends made his heart jump. He was just at the right angle to see his face, and wow. How was it so perfect?

He heard Jiro snicker as she bumped into Kaminari, throwing an arm around his shoulder and grinning at Katsuki. "Look at your boyfriend, Bakugo. He's fucking smitten over there."

Boyfriend. Shoto's heart sank. Katsuki had a boyfriend? When? Who?

"Roki?" Mina asked next to him, her voice suddenly concerned. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm fine," Shoto lied, wiping his face into the crook of his elbow. He was too drunk for this. He was going to cry.
 
Katsuki glanced over, finally spotting that head of red-and-white hair next to Pinky. He walked over casually, and frowned when he saw that he was weeping over his cup of alcohol. He reeked of alcohol so it didn't take more than a quick guess to figure out just how wasted he was.

"The hell are you crying for?" he asked, tipping Shoto's head up with his finger poking at his boyfriend's forehead.

Had someone messed with him? Had he hurt something? "The hell did you do to him?" he snapped at Mina, who just huffed and told him she didn't do anything, that she'd just found Shoto like this.
 
This was just. So unfair. How was this his life. Shoto blinked rapidly as Bakugo poked his forehead like that.

"Nothing, nothing," he said, but alcohol made his tongue loose. "It's just - Jiro said you had a boyfriend and I. I always kind of thought ... you and me would ... but. It's fine. It's nothing."

"Roki," Mina said, narrowing her eyes at him in concern. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing!" He said again, and waved them both off. He was still crying. "Lets just enjoy the party."
 
"H'ah?" Katsuki snorted when he finally put two-and-two together and figured out what Shoto was rambling about. This insufferably adorable brat thought he was taken by someone else, didn't he?

"How much alcohol did you give him, Pinky!" he growled at Mina who just assured him Shoto was having a good time despite the way he was crying into his arm.

"You and me would what?" Katsuki snorted, finding Shoto in this state a little too cute to pass up the opportunity to tease him a little.
 
"I thought you and me would ... I don't know ... date maybe," he said, and promptly started crying even harder.

"oh my god, Roki," Mina said, rolling her eyes.

"I just really like him!" Shoto said, wiping af his face again. "I have since high school!"

That got not only Mina's attention, but a few of the others as well. Even when they asked, Shoto wasn't very forthcoming about the details of their relationship.

"Oh my god, Todoroki! How long did you crush on him? From freshman year?!" Kaminari asked, jumping into the conversation.

Shoto's cheeks went red and instead of answering he downed the rest of his drink.
 
Katsuki couldn't help but snort at that, even if a tiny little grin found its way onto his features. Fuck, he was so cute. He tried not to let that sliver of happiness show to everyone around them but it was a futile effort when Shoto was bawling his eyes out over him.

"How much did you drink, seriously?" He grabbed Shoto's solo cup and placed it aside. At this point, any more seemed like a terrible idea. "Come on, you're getting some fresh air." He grabbed Shoto's hand and pulled him to the dorm's balcony where Shoto could freshen up, but still stay close to the party that was dedicated to him.

Once outside, Katsuki shut the curtains so the idiots who were inside couldn't see. "You're my boyfriend, brat," he snorted. He didn't know why he was arguing with a drunken Shoto about this but he didn't want to see him cry either way. He showed him the photo he had in his wallet of the two eating ice cream, on a date. "See?"
 
Shoto didn't really think he'd had that much, but the punch Mina had made bad tasted really good, and he'd had a few cup fulls of it.

He's blushing again as Katsuki drags him to the balcony, trying to get his tears under control, His eyes widen in surprise once they're alone, and he takes in the photo with a sound of muted shock.

"Holy shit! I'm your boyfriend?" He threw his arms around Katsuki's neck and started crying all over again. "I'm so fucking happy, what the hell."
 
Katsuki snorted again, but this time hugged Shoto tight around his waist, unable to help but grab his ass with one hand like it was an instinct for him to do so. "Yeah. How do you forget two years of our relationship with spiked punch?" he scoffed in amusement. Shoto really was a lightweight.

He also didn't know whether or not to be offended by how easily Shoto forgot that he was his boyfriend. At least Shoto was crying over him, and not someone else.

"Yeah, so don't go hitting on anyone else 'cause you're fucking wasted, all right? I just came to make sure you don't suffocate in your own vomit."
 
He chuckled a little, pressing his face into the crook of Katsuki's shoulder. "I don't know! You just walked in and I was looking at you and thinking about how hot you are and then ... Jiro said you had someone and I just ... got so sad."

He huffed at the follow up, but couldn't argue. He didn't make the best decisions when he was drunk. "Take me home," he mumbled. "I'd rather be with you anyway. Preferably with less clothes."

He should be used to Katsuki grabbing his ass by now but as drunk as he was, it'd sent sparks of interest down his spine.
 
Katsuki finally let a tiny, toothy grin show, his fingers weaving into those silky locks to tousle affectionately. "You're a damn mess," he mumbled, pressing his lips to Shoto's just as a flash went off. He opened one eye and saw Kaminari peeking through the curtains with his phone, the others snickering behind him.

Katsuki turned beet-red but he wasn't sure if it was anger or embarrassment at this point. His palm crackled with small explosions, and his expression near turned into a demon's as he barked. "Fuck off, you damn losers!"

The others cackled and ran away, and he huffed as he turned back to Shoto. "You sure you wanna leave? They threw this stupid party for you."
 
Shoto laughed as Katsuki barked at their friends, turning his head to look although they were long gone. "They're just happy for us," he mutters. He hoped he remembered to ask for that picture later when he was sober.

He nods at the question. "Yeah. They're all drunk now, they won't even notice we're gone."

He leaned in for another kiss and went to lead them away but he was too drunk and stumbled back into Katsuki's chest with a giggle. "I didn't think I had that much."
 
Katsuki raised a brow when Shoto giggled. He hated how fuzzy it made him feel inside, and how adorable as fuck it was. He almost wanted to tickle him to hear more of it, but then again, Shoto was just one wrong move from vomiting his guts out.

"Come on," he said, and did the same thing Shoto had done for him, hauling him over his back with ease. He gave him a slight bounce to get him situated on his back a little more, then made his way out unnoticed by the others, until he got halfway out of the lounge.

"Hey, Bakugo, where you going?" Sero asked.

"He had too much to drink, gonna put him to bed," he muttered, then flashed a death glare at Kaminari. "Delete that shit or I'll fold your spine, Sparky."

With that, he headed for their dorm room, and tried to lay Shoto across their futons. "You feeling okay?"
 
Shoto hoped he made some kind of motion behind Katsuki's back that meant send it to me, but if Kaminari didn't understand he wasn't sure he'd remember to be upset about it later.

The comfort of their own room washes over him the second his back hits the futon and he grins up lazily at his boyfriend. "I'm great," he said, though his words slurred a little bit. "I mean, I'm absolutely drunk." He nodded his head as if Katsuki had said he was drunk and he was just agreeing. "But I have you. Somehow I still have you. You must really love me. I'm a piece of work."
 
Katsuki was none-too-gentle about dressing his boyfriend in some comfortable clothes, a loose shirt of his and his underwear. He turned on the fan, too, keeping it going quietly beside their futons since the summer nights were warm and humid.

"We both agreed we're pieces of work," he said. Neither of them were saints, but somehow their flaws were just what the other person needed. Shoto needed to be more honest with himself and express his emotions, while Katsuki needed to exercise passiveness sometimes.

The shirt he'd put Shoto in was rather thin, so he teased his fingertip playfully over the nipple that peaked through the fabric.

"You're always gonna have me."
 
Shoto was an easier drunk to deal with than Katsuki. He seemed pleased about getting undressed and also seemed to know better than to try to help. He was much less enthused about putting more clothes on.

"Why do you always say romantic stuff while you're doing something dirty?" He asked, and made like he was going to slap Katsuki's hand off his chest but seemed to think better of it.

"Hey you wanna know something sad?" He asked, flopping back onto the futons. "My shrink pointed out that I've only said 'I love you' to two people in my whole life. She was really impressed that you were one of them."
 
"Isn't this romantic?" he teased the other nipple, then tugged down his boyfriend's new shirt to get him comfortably dressed.

Katsuki paused, and leaned in to kiss Shoto. "That's not sad," he snorted. Except, it was. He just didn't want to pity Shoto for that kind of stuff, because thinking it was sad meant he was kind of sad, too. He couldn't really remember telling anyone but Shoto "I love you," not even his parents. He'd always done better at showing it in silent gestures, not saying it.

"Who's the other person? Your mom?" he asked, taking one of Shoto's feet in his lap to massage idly.
 
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