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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

Katsuki's spine arched a bit in surprise when Shoto's hand left a nice chill along his spine. Fuck, that felt good, instantly cooling him down until he sighed in visible relief. If Shoto could just do that all summer, he'd be a damn happy guy.

As he prepared some cold soba for them, boiling the noodles, he leaned over and pecked Shoto on the forehead. "Oh yeah?" he grinned, like he was making this moment into a competition. "I like when you get jealous, and possessive. When you get that look in your eyes the moment someone else tries to get close. It's hot."
 
The moment Shoto saw soba, he visibly perked up, but he hung off his boyfriend the entire time he cooked. He'd started getting clingy after sex - the rougher, the clingier. "I don't get jealous," he argued.

It was a fucking lie.

"I like how you explain things to me. When I'm being clueless. Instead of just assuming I'm an idiot." Or laughing. He'd gotten better as they'd gotten older, but some things still went over his head. He blamed homeschool and training and his father never letting him see the sun. Well, that was dramatic, but he never let him far. Social interaction wasn't important.
 
The thing was that by now, Katsuki would vomit a little in his mouth whenever he saw soba, considering he ate it half as many times as Shoto ate it. But he was also starting to realize that he'd do anything to see that face light up with glee. "Like hell you don't," he snorted.

His brow twitched a bit when Shoto challenged him with yet another lovey-dovey praise. "Yeah, well, I like when your dumb ass can fall asleep anywhere!" he huffed back. "And when you get all cuddly and shit." He pursed his lips and mumbled towards the end, because it was what Shoto was doing now.

"Go sit down, your ass needs the rest."
 
Shoto snickered when he realized how much he was pushing Katsuki's competitive buttons. "I like how you can't lose at anything," he said, nuzzling his nose along his boyfriends hairline.

His ass did need the break - so did his thighs for that matter. Holding them up the way he had had worked his muscles in ways he wasn't used to, but he grinned and hung off Katsuki some more. "But you like it when I get cuddly and shit."
 
"Pfft," he mused, and he was about to one-up Shoto again when he got a video call from Kirishima. "Eh? The hell does he want," he mumbled as he took the video call, Kirishima's face coming up.

"Oi, Bakugo! Roki!" the redhead exclaimed happily. "I was wondering if you guys wanted to come to a beach cookout tonight! C'mon, we're going super American and got hot dogs and something called S'mores!"

Funnily enough, all three of them were shirtless, and in the background, Midoriya in his white tee and pants passed by.

It was hot, and it was pretty smart of them to head to the beach at night instead of during the day.

"You wanna go?" he asked Shoto.
 
Shoto weighed the option. They'd been talking about going to the beach for awhile, but he'd expected it to be just the two of them. He liked their friends, but he knew Katsuki's batteries went low around them fast.

"I could go," he said. He'd probably be clingy, likely lounge all over Katsuki the whole time, after the way they'd been together that day. "If you're down?" He left it open in case Katsuki wasn't feeling like spending time out. He usually checked with Shoto first before giving his opinion, so he couldn't trust that just because he'd asked didn't mean he actually wanted to go.
 
"Yeah, let's go," Katsuki said. It wasn't like him to agree to an outing so quickly, not unless Shoto had to drag him out. "I'm going to tell them I'm going to marry you." He also didn't plan to stay away from Shoto all night. He'd probably grab a beach chair and just have Shoto curled against him the entire night.

When they were at these outings, they were always apart and he didn't like that. He'd probably just take Shoto away, hand-in-hand, and walk along the waves a distance from their friends.
 
Shoto didn't know why he was still surprised when Katsuki said stuff like that. Like telling other people he was going to marry him. But he was. Like he didn't think his boyfriend would actually want to tell people.

He blinked at him, then from the phone Kirishima was begging them to come. The connection was just hazy enough that he probably hadn't heard their side conversation.

"Yeah, yes. We're coming," Shoto answered. "After I eat my soba."
 
Katsuki had almost forgotten about Kirishima on the other end. Scratch that, he'd completely forgotten. So he looked a little flustered when he looked back to Kirishima and saw, thankfully, that the redhead had gotten distracted talking to Midoriya too.

"Cool! I'll see you guys there, then! I'm sending an address over, Bakugo!"

Katsuki grunted in response, then ended the call before Kirishima could. The soba had finished right then and he served it to Shoto on his designated soba tray, on a nice bamboo mat and everything. He wasn't going to lie. His boyfriend was pretty damn spoiled.

He only served himself a little bit, wanting to save his appetite for whatever they were having at the beach. He patted his thigh, signaling Shoto to sit on him to eat. "We'll go some other time, just the two of us," he said. "The beach is... nice at night, though."
 
Shoto sat without any more prompting, and ate his soba with a moan that was usually reserved for the bedroom ... or wherever Katsuki decided to bend him over. His boyfriend had gotten so good at making it that it was almost better than going out.

He felt spoiled. It was ... nice.

"I can imagine," he said. Most places were nice at night, it brought about a different atmosphere. He'd always kind of liked doing things when the sun was down and the world was quieter ... even if their friends were bound to be a rowdy bunch.

"You cool if I cling to you all night?" Since the spectacle with Endeavor, there had been less reasons not to be publicly affectionate, but they'd never really been the type to lay all over each other in public. Hand holds and the occasional kiss, sure, but not much else.
 
"Am I cool with it?" Katsuki snorted. "I'm gonna be fucking upset if you don't."

While Shoto ate, he prepared some of their summer clothes, picking out Shoto's swimming trunks and then a light jacket on top that he could wear if it got breezy. And, of course, because Katsuki wasn't going to flaunt his boyfriend shirtless in front of guys like Midoriya.

"No alcohol this time, not the shit they drink," he said. At least, not to the point they got belligerently drunk and made bad decisions. He did, however, bring a bottle of yuzu sake, something that they could share between them and be pleasantly tipsy.

"We're gonna be with those idiots," Katsuki said as an afterthought. "They're not gonna give a shit what we do."
 
Shoto nodded in agreement. No alcohol. They did stupid shit on alcohol. Or, at least, Shoto didn't handle liquor that tasted like it could disinfect wounds well. "True," he agreed about their friend group.

He finished his meal, cleaned up so Katsuki wouldn't have to, and changed his clothes. He was still sore but he was planning on lounging around and not doing anything, so it was fine. He didn't bother to pack anything for them, since they'd likely mooch of their friends, but did make sure they had their IDs just in case, then ran his fingers lightly over the shaved portion of his boyfriends hair. "Ready?"
 
For some reason, he always got a bit of a pleasurable chill when Shoto dragged his fingers through the shaved fuzz of his hair like that. It felt nice, like a dog being scratched behind the ears. He tried to look like he hadn't enjoyed it as much as he did, his hand in Shoto's and their bag of towels, spare clothes, and some newly bought snacks in tow.

They got to the beach after taking a train and walking to the seaside, where they met up with their friends who had already claimed a bonfire spot and set up some chairs. The boys were playing volleyball, Kirishima yelling over the others that he wanted Bakugo on his side, while Kaminari wanted Todoroki.

Katsuki ignored their arguing and set up a chair further from the fire so it wasn't so hot, and took off his shirt since the others seemed to be doing the same, except the girls who wore bikinis since Mineta wasn't around.

Jirou was strumming a nice tune on her guitar, and Tsuyu and Uraraka were giggling, telling stories by the fire.

"Roki!" Mina beamed, hugging her friend tight. "Are you gonna swim with us?"
 
Shoto wrapped an arm around Mina but blinked out at the water. "Isn't it cold?" He wondered. Although he supposed if they were drinking enough, they wouldn't notice anyway.

Everyone was in good spirits, it was nice to see them all so happy. High school had been rush, but here they were finishing up their first year of college like they were going to be okay.

"Maybe later," he said, squeezing her. "It's been a rough day."

She arched an eyebrow at him with a small smirk. "Uh huh, I'm sure it has."

He pushed her off of him and she laughed, begging for forgiveness as he went to hang off of Katsuki instead, sticking his tongue out at her.
 
"It's summer!" Tsuyu chimed in. "We would just have to be careful not to be swept by the waves, but that's why I'm here."

The girls were rushing off towards the sea and Katsuki got comfortable on the chair, lying on it first to let Shoto drape over him. He tucked a long towel over him as a blanket, then, and rested his hands behind his head.

Later, when it seemed their friends weren't paying them any mind, he draped an arm around Shoto's back, rubbed it gently, and kissed the top of his head. The aftercare was belated but here it was.

"Don't get too comfortable and fall asleep. I'm dumping your ass here." Except, he wouldn't. Both of them knew by now he'd just piggyback Shoto all the way home.
 
"Sure," Shoto answered, letting Katsuki hold onto his image of being the kind of boyfriend who would just leave him there. It was kind of amusing.

He melted into the aftercare, comfortable and cared for, loved and warm. Their friends moved about around them without much care to disturb them, still seeming happy that they were there even if they mostly kept to themselves. At some point Kirishima approached with a wide grin, a beer, and what Shoto was going to bet was a hotdog.

"Hungry?" He asked Bakugo, offering up the American treats.
 
Katsuki relaxed too, and only peeked one eye open when Kirishima approached them with snacks in hand. He huffed and took the hot dog, eyeing it a bit since it just looked like a glorified cock.

He was starting to think they should have just stayed home. He could have been eating Shoto's ass instead of this salty disaster. Katsuki swallowed it down with a mouthful of beer to chase away the taste.

"Wanna come play volleyball with us?" the redhead asked, but Katsuki just took Shoto's hand.

"Gonna take a walk with him," Katsuki said, uncharacteristically passive.

Kirishima didn't pry for once, nor asked to tag along. He just returned to the others, while he pulled Shoto towards the beach, taking off his flip-flops so they could walk barefoot in the moist sand. Hand-in-hand, they walked a while, Katsuki quiet for the most part as if he had something on his mind.

"So, you like it?" he asked. "The beach."
 
Shoto was smirking at Katsuki as he ate, like he knew exactly where his boyfriends thoughts were, staying stretched out over his chest without a care.

The passive way he speaks though makes Shoto's expression more curious, but he detangles himself without comment and holds his hand out to Katsuki.

He's quiet, but Shoto lets him sit with his thoughts while they walk, taking in the beach. When he's asked, he looks up and nods. "It's beautiful." And it is. He's not sure he's ever seen anything quite as beautiful, at least not in nature. And the upside of being there at night is that it's empty except for their group.

He takes a step closer, purposely knocking their shoulders together. "What's on your mind, love?"
 
Katsuki knocked his shoulder back and against Shoto though it was uncharacterietically gentle. "You,," he said without much thought. Shoto hadn't exactly left his thoughts since, well, the day they'd met.

They walked some more, until they came to a quiet area where only the waves lapped at their ankles. Here, he stopped, and turned to face Shoto. "Hey," he said, and slowly, like his body was refusing to bend, he got down on one knee. From the pocket of his swimming trunks, he procured a small velvet box, where inside were two silver bands, rings that he'd made from the time he'd spent in the support class workshop.

That crazy, pink-haired girl had helped him out with making simple rings that would withstand intense heat and force. It would be a placeholder of sorts until they figured out when they would get tattoos.

"Marry me?" he asked, his gaze sincere. "I... want to be with you. You're it, and... I'm gonna give this, you, my everything."
 
Shoto's entire breath left him. He almost felt like he'd been punched in the gut with the way his lungs gave up, but it was a much more gentle feeling. Like he wasn't quite real. Like this wasn't quite real.

Katsuki Bakugo. On one knee in the sand. Water lapping at them, sky dark and personal, and this ... this was more than he deserved.

He didn't realize he was crying until his face was wet, and he swiped at his eyes absently with the back of his hand before he dropped to his knees in front of his boyfriend.

Rings. For them. Matching rings. He cupped Katsuki's face in both of his hands and leaned in to press their foreheads together. His heart was so tight he didn't know if he could speak without choking, but he had to say something, or he'd freak Katsuki out.

"Yes," he managed somehow. "Yes. I'll marry you. Of course I'll marry you. I've never wanted something so much."
 
Katsuki was nervous, and the thing was that he never was. He knew they'd talked about it before but being on his knee now, presenting Shoto a ring that was meant to last forever, he realized just how vulnerable he was. Shoto could crush his heart right now and leave him a husk of a man.

Then, Shoto knelt in front of him and his chest swelled with love. If Shoto was crying, Katsuki was smiling dumbly, like his face didn't know how exactly to pull off that expression.

He wrapped an arm around him and kissed his boyfriend, now fiancè, silly. He toppled Shoto into the wet sand, his laughter bubbling into the night.

"Why the hell are you crying?" he chuckled, as he pressed his lips to Shoto's wet cheek, and then his forehead. "I fucking love you, idiot."

He managed to sit himself on his knees, taking Shoto's hand to slide the metal band around his finger. It was a perfect fit, as he'd already measured in their time at the hospital.

"I made it," he said. "That pink-haired crazy bitch at the support workshop... she did some work too. I guess. It was mostly me. It's heat and force-proof."

Much like they were.
 
Shoto laughed as they went into the sand, clasping a hand around the ring box like he was afraid they were going to lose them. "Because I'm happy."

Because somewhere inside of him was still a scared teenager holding onto Katsuki so tightly he'd broken them. Was the boy convinced he didn't deserve love, or kindness. And proving them both wrong was taking a lot of therapy and work that without he likely would have turned and ran. And never been this happy again.

He held perfectly still as Katsuki slid the ring on his finger. It was simple, and yet he couldn't imagine anything different for them. He took the other, and his boyfriends hand, and did the same for him.

Heat proof. For explosions. For the fire that ran through Shoto's left side. He grinned and twined their fingers together. "Fuck," he said, impressed and overwhelmed. "You're really stuck with me now."
 
"You're stuck with me," Katsuki snorted. Literally. They were going to be partners in their pro hero work too.

He tested the fit of the ring and grinned as it slid on just right. Then, he raised his arm above his head and sent off a flare, the brightness exploding in the sky in a brilliant firework that scattered across the night. Far away, their friends screamed and cheered in joy. Like they knew. Knew Katsuki had been planning to propose, and maybe that was why Kirishima had given them their space.

"You're not alone," he said, pressing their foreheads together. "I'm gonna make sure of that. You don't have to do anything by yourself anymore."

No more suffering. No more loneliness. Katsuki was determined to give Shoto everything he deserved and more.
 
Shoto looked up in awe at the explosion that went off above them, like it was his somehow, and grinned at the cheers that followed.

He took a deep breath at the promise Katsuki made, and surged forward for a kiss, because words couldn't explain how he was feeling. How complete. How right. He was crying again. He'd never imagined ... he'd been separated from his siblings, his peers, only recently had allowed himself friends. A partner, someone to face every day with, to come home to. Comfort. Love. Safety. Things he didn't think he deserved.

There was a ring on his finger, and a man who wanted to be with him. "I love you," he said. "God, I love you so much."
 
Katsuki rolled his eyes as Shoto cued the waterworks again. He'd never seen Shoto cry over something like this, let alone just cry in general, not even in front of his abusive dad or when he was hurt.

The blond carded his fingers through his lover's hair and kissed the apple of his cheek. "I love you too, babe," he grinned and spoke like it was a secret. Except now, it wasn't. All of their friends knew, at the same time they were given their privacy to be alone when he proposed. No fancy presentation, no crowd, just the two of them basking in the afterglow of their love.

"Stop crying," Katsuki chuckled, wiping away Shoto's tears. "They're gonna think I punched you in the face."
 
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