Every window of All Might Agency was opened wide.
The acrid smell of newly dried paint exhaled out to the sidewalk, and inhaled the sweet, cool September air, damp with threatening rain. A distant radio down the hallway threaded cheerful tunes on the wind that gusted through the white painted window frames. The chatter of familiar voices echoed all across the building, some laughing and joking, others grunting with the effort of moving furniture to their destined rooms.
"Guess who?"
Calloused hands covered Katsuki's eyes as he stood in the final, completely painted room, ripped-knee jeans and ragged black band t-shirt spattered in soft, butter yellow for what would act as a kind of daycare for in-need parents and relatives who couldn't afford childcare, but needed to work.
Katsuki grinned before he could help himself and reached back with both hands, fingers firmly digging into Deku's sides to vigorously wiggle and tickle.
"A five year-old, apparently."
Deku snorted a stupid, nerdy laugh that Katsuki could help but be fond of and struggled to free himself even as Katsuki turned and pulled him in with a victorious grin.
"Looks good," Deku said, beaming up at him with cheeks flushed from giddiness, his arms loosely linked around Katsuki's neck.
"Yeah, you got pretty fuckin' lucky, shortstack."
"Not you."
Deku rolled his eyes, lips still curved as he lightly pushed Katsuki's chest and took a step back. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his own paint-smeared jean cutoffs and considered the sizable, floor to ceiling sliding glass doors and windows they'd installed on one wall. Doors that opened up to a high-gated playground, the remainder of the back area surrounded with maples that had grown up over the decades into wide, shade-bearing trees.
"I mean this place," Deku said, his sunlit profile somehow looking older, more adult to Katsuki than it ever had before. "It looks good. We did good."
"Who's we?" Katsuki said with a grin as a dropped an arm over Deku's shoulder and used him as a leaning post. "I painted this room."
"Oh yeah?" Deku said with equal humor in his voice. "Did you install those doors?"
"I coulda."
"You're so full of shit," Deku said, his laugh swallowed up when Katsuki pulled him in the by arm and pressed his mouth to that tempting, curved one. A sweet sigh slipped from Deku as his lips parted for Katsuki's searching tongue, Katsuki's hands encircling Deku's wrists, thumbs smoothing over the thin skin, tracing a hummingbird heartbeat.
Katsuki's grip tightened as he deepened the kiss.
Mine. Ours.
Deku leaned in to him, hands that smelled of sawdust and furniture polish on Katsuki's jaw, mouth opening wider, taking him in further. They –
"Hello!"
Katsuki spun around with his teeth bared as goddamn shitty Mirio shoved his head through the wall with a shit-eating smile.
"Is this room ready for furniture?"
"It's ready for your ass to get pounded, is what!"
"Oh dear," Mirio said, dark eyes sparkling. "That's some mouth you've got."
"And it's gonna rip your throat out in two seconds if you don't find somewhere else to be."
"Fine, fine," Mirio said, waving a hand that fell through the wall in an unconcerned gesture. "We'll get the foyer finished and then hit lunch. Wait for the rest to dry."
