The Art of Listening

Epilogue - Counting

Izuku

Katsuki and Izuku had a total of five noise complaints by the end of the summer. Their late-night activities had become more frequent and more vocal during the last three weeks of August, and their neighbors beside, below, and above them were not amused. Their dorm supervisors had given them a final warning notice just that morning. They could either tone it down or risk violating their dorm contract, effectively rendering them homeless. Izuku, of course, had been horrified. He had apologized up and down, forward and reverse. Katsuki, on the other hand, handled it the same way Katsuki always did. By telling them to fuck off because their neighbors were just jealous that they weren't 'getting any'.

Izuku had to do even more apologizing to prevent their supervisors from submitting a request to have them split apart as roommates.

"What do you guys plan to do though?" Ochako asked as she laid on the blanket that Izuku had set out on the grass.

The day was beautiful. The remainder of August had provided them with some comfortably warm weather. Izuku had helped formulate the plans for a group picnic. They'd invited all of their friends as well as their significant others. It was like one big group date, he figured. It was something simple and nice for the remainder of their summer break. Everyone had packed their own lunches, brought a blanket, and got comfortable on the grass at the random, small park they'd picked out just for today.

Most of the group was playing a brutal game of volleyball. He, Shouto, Kyouka, and Ochako were the only ones who had opted to relax while the others brutally whipped the ball at each other and Tenya attempted to keep the game in order.

Izuku looked at Ocha and shrugged his shoulders. "I facetimed my mom in a panic as soon as our supervisors left."

"You facetimed your mom? How'd you explain that?" Kyouka asked, an amused smile stretching across her features. "You have noise complaints for your loud, crazy sex lives, and that is the first thing you did?"

Izuku groaned and buried his face in his knees. "Look, in hindsight, I realize it probably wasn't the smartest idea-"

"Not at all, Izuku," Shouto chimed in.

"Ugh!" he groaned again. "I mentioned we had noise complaints, and she asked why and I-I just told her."

"Smooth, Izu," Ochako said.

"I've never seen her so embarrassed," he moaned. "She handed my Dad the phone because she just couldn't."

Shouto snorted beside him. "Imagine that. Yagi-san giving advice to his step-son on how to handle his wild sex life."

"Shouto!"

"Well, what did he say?" Kyouka asked.

"He was understanding of it, I guess, but that didn't stop the lecture on responsibility, respect, and etiquette, though."

Kyouka huffed out a laugh. "Well, I mean, from what it sounds like, you two go at it like bunnies."

"Yeah, five noise complaints is a lot in three weeks."

Izuku's face burned. He was glad he'd buried his face in his knees. It was bad enough that he'd had to tell his parents any of it. Now, his friends were comparing them to bunnies They had no idea how close to the truth that had gotten. Katsuki had really taken to calling him bunny during sex. Izuku, in turn, had picked up a headband with bunny ears and a small bunny tail butt plug just for shits and giggles. It had backfired. Katsuki liked it way too much.

"Guys!"

"What's the plan, then?" Shouto asked, saving him from the bunny talk.

"Well, after we talked to both of our parents, we came to the conclusion that we should just get an apartment," he said. "I mean, it may not fix the noise problem, but maybe the walls will be thicker."