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Katsuki kissed Shoto hard, cursing at how hot his boyfriend was like this, all wound-up tight and pushed past his limit. He'd never seen Shoto this tense before, like he was struggling to just let things go, like he wouldn't let himself enjoy that second wave.

And when it hit him like a brick wall, Katsuki smirked, feeling his own cock twitch and leak a string of pre-come over Shoto's inner thigh as he felt his lover cum again. He knew, because he could feel those walls spasming around his fingers, pulsating around like they were trying to suck them in. "Yeah, that's it," he growled, the sight of Shoto squirming and screaming awakening something in him.

He grabbed Shoto's throat and kissed him passionately as his fingers continued to fuck him past his wild contractions, until he finally showed his boyfriend some mercy and slipped his fingers out to rub them sensually against his hole, teasing him there.

"Going to have to train you to give me three next time," he grinned deviously.
 
"You're out of your fucking mind," Shoto whispered, his body shaking and yet somehow the teasing touch to his abused hole still felt good enough that he pressed onto it. He used to never curse, back before Katsuki had taught him all the filthy ways his body could feel good. Now, his mouth was just as bad.



He was panting, exhausted, and his leg fell down and back onto the couch, but he didn't let go of his death grip on Katsuki's shoulder. He was torn again by wanting to push him off and give himself a sensory break, and wanting to drag him closer and demand he hold him until the shakes stopped.
 
Once he pulled back, he cocked his head, watching Shoto look so disheveled and tired. His cock twitched at the sight, and he couldn't help but jerk his dick now, giving it the attention it had sorely missed.

Katsuki slipped a hand down his own hard abs, holding himself by the balls to massage them as he worked pump after pump of his hand stroking his stiff cock to the sight of Shoto fingered to ecstasy. He leaned over and kissed him, holding the couch's arm above Shoto's head to keep him stabilized, while his hips rocked into his own grip.

It didn't take him long to cum, having gotten worked up so much watching Shoto that he only needed to jerk himself a few times for himself to cum all over Todoroki, the spurts reaching his chin and painting all over his chest.
 
As much as Shoto enjoyed Katsuki's cock he shouldn't find it so hot to watch his boyfriend give himself pleasure, but he did. It was enticing, and he was too damn spent to help anyway. So he did what he could and didn't look away for once, kissed him back as good as he got, and whined when hot jizz landed on his chest. His own dick was way too used up to have any interest in it but he swore his hole clenched in wanting.



He his fingers through the mess and slid them into his mouth, closing his eyes at the taste he was rewarded with. After he'd licked them clean he stretched out lazily, sliding that same hand into Bakugo's hair. "Give me a minute and I'll suck you."
 
Katsuki felt boneless after that first climax, his vision blurring at the edges as he jerked out the rest of his cum from his twitching balls. The last drop oozed like honey down his cock that he shook off once he was done. "Like hell you will," he chuckled. "You look like you're going to pass out."

He fell into the spot between Todoroki and the couch, wedging himself into that tight space to tangle their legs together. He wasn't normally in a cuddling mood after sex, but he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck and took a deep breath.

"Should try that in public one day," he grinned. "Get you cumming on my fingers."
 
"I probably am," he admitted, though he didn't sound too upset about that fact. He wasn't much of a cuddler himself, but he shifted a little closer to his boyfriend once he got comfortable. Being pushed so far like that had left him feeling vulnerable in a way he wasn't used to, and he had a new desire to be pressed close to his boyfriend like he needed the physical reminder that he was there, and Shoto hadn't been laid bare and abandoned like that.



He slid his fingers in Katsuki's hair again, this time much more gently and caring than he had before. When he speaks though Shoto huffs out a surprised laugh. "You're a hazard to society," he mutters.
 
"Don't act like you won't like it," Katsuki grinned even wider as he pushed his face into his boyfriend's and smothered him in kisses, feeling free to do so. They had quite a long ways to go before they would be out to the world, but this was a step in the right direction. Progress. A chance to truly start over.

"I'm going to be the number one hero," he said. "And you'll be my sidekick." Well, at least he wasn't an extra.
 
He thinks about the fact that Katsuki says "won't" and not "wouldn't" like it was bound to happen and sighs in defeat that it probably would, somewhere, sometime. Public indecency is illegal but he doesn't bother to bring that up. Instead he just lays there and enjoys the kisses he gets - they're sweet, even. Just showers of affection and nothing more, taking off the edge he feels after sex like that.



"You really think you'll want to spend all day with me at work and at home?" He asks, and it comes out so confidently, without any hesitation, that he freezes for a moment. Like the idea of them not being something permanent and together in the future never crossed his mind. Like he hadn't broken them up once before, not thinking they'd make it that far.



He swallows, and changes the subject. "We're going to have to burn this couch when we leave."
 
Todoroki's question made him tilt his head slightly and peel away from him to just stare at Todoroki as if he wanted to gauge how serious his boyfriend was. Maybe Katsuki was embarrassing himself having mentioned their unforeseeable future at all. Maybe Shoto didn't want something that permanent. He was too nervous to admit that he did, thinking this would get even weirder and unexpectedly awkward if Shoto didn't feel the same.

So maybe Katsuki was still a little afraid that Shoto might leave again. "Shut up," he snorted, resting a hand behind his head. "I like this couch."

He pretended it just couldn't be helped. "Fine, I'll just ask Kirishima to be my sidekick."
 
Shoto looks up at him when Katsuki searches his face and thinks if he's going to tell him to stop taking his anger out on him, maybe Shoto needs to stop taking his fear out on him too. It's only fair.



Katsuki let him change the subject, because they're both bad at this part, and he's covered in cum and sweat and naked and vulnerable, but he rolls onto his side and pressed his face to his boyfriends neck.



"Shut up," he mimics. "I didn't say I didn't want to be your sidekick."



Maybe he would. He'd never been interested in being number one, just in being something good.
 
When Todoroki eventually agreed, Bakugo grinned like a kid on Christmas morning. The two were going to be an unbeatable pair then, sending the worst of villains on the run. He'd beat Deku and surpass All Might, too.

"What the hell do you do when you're not with me, anyway?" he asked, settling into their pillow-talk. They were getting better at talking after sex, or just when they weren't feeling it and were staring at the ceiling instead. Katsuki was asking more questions, and Todoroki was opening up.

Maybe someday they'd get to the point where Bakugo could ask how Todoroki's day had been and actually care.
 
The question caught him off guard, and he unburied his face to see if he could read Katsuki's expression, but he just looked happy, relaxed, post orgasm bliss. They'd been talking more lately, but rarely was it ... chit chat.



"I don't know," he muttered, because college life had quickly become split into two categories - away from Bakugo, and with Bakugo, and he spent the majority of his day trying to get to the latter. "Class, sometimes I see my friends." It was more accurate to say his friends saw him. Mina liked to 'teach him culture' as she claimed, which often included fancy coffee and memes. Midoriya was fine company, and a good study partner, so he often didn't mind. Others came and went, seeking out his company although he rarely sought out there's.



"Sometimes ... I visit my mom. If I have time." He really probably shouldn't even think of her, in the state he was, but Bakugo had asked, and he'd been honest.
 
Bakugo was getting better at this listening thing but he knew he couldn't apply that to anyone else who wasn't Todoroki. He actually cared about what his boyfriend had to say, wanted to get to know him on a deeper level than just the physical. Ideally, he would even like to talk about their future, too, but a part of Bakugo was still scared to mention that.

He didn't know if it was a good time to talk about Todoroki's mother when they were in this state of undress, so he shelved that question for later.

Todoroki mentioning his friends reminded him of Deku, and how he still had unresolved feelings about him, how he still wanted to pummel the guy into next week and claim his position as number one. They were both vying for the same spot, and a selfish part of Bakugo wondered whose side Todoroki would take. Maybe he still had a lot of growing up to do, still.

"I want that," he muttered, remembering to answer his earlier question. "I want... to work with you. To come home with you." He huffed. "Like hell I'd want to see Kirishima's ugly mug everyday."
 
He was kind of glad to feel the conversation shift, but it went right back to the one he'd tried to avoid earlier. He stayed silent for a moment while he tried to sort through why in his mind.



When he'd called it quits and walked away, it was because he hadn't felt ... special. Not wanted or needed, just there. Another punching bag for Bakugo to take his anger out on. But he'd been blaming all of their bad on Katsuki, and not taking responsibility for himself.



Watching his parents while he'd grown up had done a number on him, and had created this idea as he turned into a teen that he would make a good partner because he wouldn't be needy, or demanding, or jealous, or have too high standards. But in the end he'd just come off as cold and uncaring. When his feelings for Bakugo had gotten to be too much, instead of talking about it, he'd just started fighting back.



He smiled slightly and took one of Katsuki's hands in his, twining their fingers together again. "Okay," he said, "it's a plan then. Work and home. Together."
 
Something shifted in Bakugo then, and when Todoroki called to him in that sweet voice, promising a future together, his stubborn dreams of becoming number one, of wanting to reach a position so high that no one could look down on him, disappeared in that moment. It was the first time he'd thought of a future other than surpassing All Might through raw grit alone. It was... a simple fantasy, but it made his heart warm.

"Tch... don't go trying to surpass me, either," he reminded him. "That damn Deku is already a pain in my ass."

He pulled Todoroki closer to him, then, starting to get comfortable on the couch. They already had a blanket there that they'd used before, so he draped it over them.
 
Todoroki yawned, the night had been gone and his boyfriend had wrecked him - his body was exhausted. The couch was small, smaller than the top bunk they shared that wasn't made for two people either, but when Katsuki pulled him closer he cuddled in, happy to take the heat he provided.



If they fell asleep there, they'd regret it in the morning. Katsuki was still mostly dressed and Shoto would be sticky soon and their positions likely weren't good for their bodies, but he felt heavy and warm and the blanket did nothing but help lull him into comfort. He let his eyes close and his speech was sleepy when he argued, "you're the competitive one, not me."
 
Katsuki would have liked to simmer in this bliss some more, but Shoto was warm, and he found himself being lulled to sleep much faster than he thought possible. With a sleepy murmur, he pressed even closer to Shoto, soft-faced and gentle when he was sleepy.

"Love you," he mumbled under his breath, kissing just above the other male's brow. He was going to make them work this time, and he was definitely going to do it while chasing his other dreams, too.
 
In the week that followed, Todoroki found a sense of calm that he wasn't sure he'd ever had before. His path to becoming a hero had always been complicated, but Bakugo's new direction settled something in him. And whenever he closed his eyes, he could hear Katsuki's voice, sleepy and warm, saying he loved him.



His peace shatters when he's on his way to lunch and his phone rings. He only even looks at it out of curiosity, most of his friends and his siblings prefer texts, but his steps falter when it's his father, and panic settles in.



There's no way he can know. Not about Bakugo being his boyfriend. Not about Shoto changing his hero plans to 'settle' for sidekick. It's not possible, but somehow that's all he can imagine his father calling for.



He'd almost forgotten Midoriya was next to him until he says a soft, "Hey, are you okay?"



The phone stops ringing but he doesn't put it away, like it might blow up. There's no way his father knows. It's not possible. It's not -



"Do I need to get Kacchan?" Midoriya asks, and Todoroki almost laughs, remembering the bout of jealousy Bakugo had had when they first moved in. How ironic.



"No," he says, or thinks he says. Maybe he doesn't say anything, because Midoriya is moving them off the main path and has his phone to his ear, looking concerned.
 
When Bakugo got the call from Midoriya, he was shuffling out of the gym, sweaty and in a blank tank top and blue pair of basketball shorts. Kirishima had stuck around to spot him on the bench so when he looked irritated at his phone, Kirishima asked. "Midoriya-kun?" Kirishima asked, surprised.

"Damn Deku, what does he want?" he muttered, though a part of him was concerned. Deku never called him, not unless he wanted a death wish for just bothering him.

He decided to take the call, making a sound like a frustrated grunt to get the point across that he wasn't thrilled to pick it up at all.

"Eh? The hell do you want, Deku?"
 
"I think Shoto might be having a panic attack," Midoriya says simply, his voice calm but firm, not bothering with pleasantries. "I figured you were the best bet to call. We were on our way to the cafeteria from Econ."

Panic attack. Is that what this is? He hasn't had one since his brother died, and that seems so far way now. He tells himself that he's being stupid, to put his own phone away and take Midoriya's, tell his boyfriend that he's fine and he'll see him later. But he can't seem to move. HIs body doesn't want to listen to him.

Midoriya looks torn between touching him or not, and Todoroki can't blame him - his quirks can be dangerous if not controlled, and who knows what adverse effect laying a hand on him would have now.

"Has he ... done this before?" Midoriya asks, and he feels suddenly like a small child, unable to speak for himself, or make his own case. He's torn between wanting Katsuki there, now, and not wanting to bother him. But the decision is out of his hands, regardless.
 
Kirishima looked concerned when Katsuko stopped in the middle of walking to listen to what Midoriya had to say. He would only do that if it concerned Todoroki, after all.

"Where the hell are you?" he asked, ignoring his question, gritting his teeth because he isn't there himself, and it's Midoriya who's there. But a part of him is thankful he is, for Todoroki to have a friend nearby.

He didn't know what would set his boyfriend off like that. Was it because of his old man? It sent chills down his back to think Endeavor of all people finding out what they were.

His feet were already moving, Kirishima following because he was worried, but Bakugo took what Midoriya had said about Econ and the cafeteria into consideration. That meant they could only take one of two routes and Todoroki was likely to take the path that was less crowded.

Surely enough, he spotted a familiar head of red-and-white hair that he jogged up to, breathless from his workout. "Shoto-" he started to say. "What's going on?"
 
Oh, Todoroki thought, with a bit of a shock. This was what they had been missing before. The reliability. The partnership. The attraction had been there, but the connection hadn't. They'd never been friends - and they weren't really now - but they had become something different. Something ... more.

His voice didn't seem to want to work, he couldn't even open his mouth, couldn't let go of his phone. He thought maybe it'd rang again, but he hadn't picked up. Endeavor couldn't know. There was no way. Except ... except he'd mentioned something to his mother. But she wouldn't ... would she?

He laughs, but the sound isn't right. It's too high pitched and a little too crazy. "Fuyumi says we should forgive him. Be a family again. Like it's easy. And I was trying, but-" The only reason he doesn't fall to his knees is because he falls into Katsuki's chest instead. Every muscle in his body feels tight, and cold, and he's still laughing. It kind of sounds like crying, but his face is dry.

"His father?" Kirishima asks softly, back where he was standing with Midoriya. The other male's teeth had clenched - he didn't know everything, but he'd pieced enough together over the years to know it was bad, so he just gave one nod.
 
Katsuki wasn't good at this. He responded to everything with anger. If something wasn't working? Punch it. If something cried too damn much? Punch it. That had been his mother's way of dealing with him anyway, but he'd learned to fight back. Shove back when his mother pushed.

And soon enough, even aggression had become something of a love language, but... that wouldn't work here.

For once, he looked to his friends for help as Todoroki collapsed into his arms. He wound an arm tightly around his boyfriend but his other hand took his ringing phone.

The damned thing was setting off all of Shoto's panic systems and it'd be worse if he just ended the call on Endeavor. Bakugo had done worse. He'd stared down Shigaraki, he'd threatened All Might. Endeavor was nothing but a damned wall between him and Shoto. Luckily for Katsuki, he was good at bashing in walls.

He answered the phone. "It's Katsuki Bakugo. Shoto can't take the phone."
 
The other boys understood the look for help, but they didn't know what to do either. Todoroki was the calm one, he'd always been able to look danger in the face stoically and calculate his way around it. Even Kirishima looked lost, and he was the best to go to for emotional issues. If anything, they just looked relived that Todoroki had stopped laughing like that by the time Bakugo answered the phone.



There's a moment of drawn out silence, like the man on the other end is so surprised his son answered that he's not sure where to go from there, or that he's not sure why someone else answered his phone.



Finally, he says. "Ah. Bakugo, I see. I suppose you are in class. I was hoping to borrow my son for lunch, but if he's indisposed, tell him I'd like to see him this week." It doesn't sound like a request, more of an order.



So simple, Todoroki thinks, from where his face is pressed into his boyfriends chest. So simple, and yet he can't tell his nervous system to calm down.
 
Just the sound of the man's voice ticked Bakugo off, because he knew the way Todoroki acted around him. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Shoto had a complicated relationship with his father.

He clutched onto Todoroki a little tighter, not to comfort him, but because he needed a physical reminder not to tell this guy off. If he made a scene here, and told Endeavor to fuck off, it'd just cause more trouble for Todoroki. He'd do that if he didn't have Todoroki to worry about but... now he needed to think about Shoto.

Kirishima was waving his hands frantically as if to tell him not to blow up right then and there.

Bakugo pressed his tongue into his cheek and huffed. "Tch. He'll see you when he wants to. He's not a damn dog."

Both Deku and Kirishima were crossing their arms and making an 'x' across their chest as if to warn him not to fuel the fire. Literally, in this case.
 
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