If I Had One Wish

Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty Four - All you want

"Next Question?"

"Ask away."

"On a scale from one to ten, how much do you trust him?"

"Nine."

"Why one off?"

"Everyone has a little evil in them. No matter how good, there's always that one percent."

"That's... pretty smart for a thirteen year old, Katsuki."

"I didn't need a shrink to tell me that, can I go now?"

"Sorry, not yet, I have a few more questions for you."

"Great..."

"We can bring your friend in next time you're here if it makes it any better."

"He doesn't need to fuckin babysit me-"

"I'm sure he doesn't view it that way, just think about it. Alright?"

"Fine."

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"What do I fucking wear?!" Katsuki stared into the depths of his closet with a nervous yet exasperated smile that faltered now and again. He clearly hadn't thought this through. He was a man who just wore stuff that looked nice, no overthinking it or doubting it. But at that moment he wanted to impress.

Yet causally. Impress casually. Impress in a way that didn't scream 'I rethought this entire outfit a million times because I was nervous'. Impress in an effortless yet not too effortless way.

"Clothes." Izuku stated calmly like the smartass he was, earning a snicker by Kirishima.

"I hate you both." Bakugou found himself saying, not meaning it in the slightest but still uttering it with a low grunt.

"We love you too." Ejiro responded for Midoriya who nodded, rolling his eyes at the dramatic sigh the blonde let out.

The day of Izuku's small family reunion had come up, Kirishima having been given the pleasure of knowing not only that his friends were now a cute little couple but that Izuku was dragging his new boyfriend to meet his father. Who Katsuki hadn't met despite the entire fourteen, maybe fifteen, years of knowing the Midoriya household. And also whom Kirishima knew virtually nothing about and was just fine with that. Todoroki, however-

Todoroki Shoto had been brought into the tight knit group by Izuku, much to Katsuki's chagrin. Though he didn't know what they had told Kirishima about the prison, Todoroki didn't bother to ask since he knew what it was like to harbor secrets that would harm you mentally. But he did know what he had so easily guessed; Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou were finally a thing. He knew that Izuku's father was also a touchy subject, the two having talked about it countless times before when they hung out after school. Their friendship was minor in viewing but major in substance. He was not only trustworthy but also a fellow classmate whose father wasn't the greatest.

The morning sun had risen, the dorm had eaten breakfast and were now separated to spend their weekend however they pleased. While some went about their business these four males sat in Bakugou's barren room watching him fret over something quite nonsensical. Or, well, nonsensical to them but quite logical to the blonde teen.

"Would it be immoral for him to wear one of your shirts, Midoriya?" Shoto found himself teasing from where he lay on the floor, resting on his stomach with his chin in his hands.