𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚

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— " 𝙞'𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 "

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Katsuki felt pretty lost at the moment. Sero dropped a bomb and just...disappeared. Literally. He left the dorms with no notice and with Todoroki attached to his hip. It's no wonder why everyone and their mother thought they were together. With the subject of his mind scramble gone and no one in his immediate vicinity to blame, Katsuki sought out the one person who knew everything about everyone (that mattered, at least).

After a solid thirty seconds of loud authoritarian-like knocking, Izuku swung his door open. "Go away I'm busy," he hissed. His hair was tousled, which was unusual ever since he started growing it out, and he was only wearing a pair of low-hanging shorts (bright orange for anyone wondering).

"Don't care, it's an emergency," He brushed the expulsion off and nodded to gesture further into Izuku's room. "And tell knockoff Megamind to fuck off somewhere else,"

A low comment about Katsuki being a prude was made along with the creaks of the bed. "Ah — Hitoshi, wait! I just need like ...three minutes," Izuku pleaded over his shoulder. His sigh of relief and slight annoyance gave the impression of a go-ahead from his fuck buddy, so Katsuki dragged him out into the hall. "You're such a cockblock," Izuku grumbled.

Katsuki scoffed. "You're just a whore," he retaliated. Izuku hummed, unimpressed, and tapped his wrist. "Any-fucking-ways, Tape face had been avoiding us for a while, and ditched on us yesterday, too, so naturally, I corner him about it —" Izuku scoffed, Katsuki (graciously) ignored it, "and he just says he likes me — "

"What?" Izuku says, equal parts of shock and disbelief. "But he's dating Todoroki?"

Once again ignoring Izuku, Katsuki continues. " — and says he...knows, and I haven't seen the fucker since then. Come to find out he's fucked off somewhere with Icy-Hot and I only know that because Pikachu can't keep his trap shut," his arms were crossed and he stared expectantly at Izuku, who was currently baffled.

He muttered under his breath for a moment before rejoining the land of the conscious. "He knows how you feel about Kaminari, but confessed anyways?" he sighed softly and closed his eyes. "In my opinion, I think he's trying to get over you," he concluded.

Katsuki scoffed. "As if getting over the best is a thing,"

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that good for you? You don't have to worry about him trying to one-up Kaminari and get in your way," he crossed his arms, mirroring Katsuki, "Or do you just like the attention?"

"Oh, fuck off," Katsuki hissed. "Go back to your boy toy of the week, I'm outta here," he grumbled. Izuku didn't have to be told twice and practically dove back into his room without so much as a wave.

Katsuki made his way back to his dorm, seeing as he was nearing his own personal curfew. He ran into Eijirou. He knew of the situation already, having cracked like a fairly smash-proof glass, meaning after lots of pressing on the matter. Eijirou gave his typical once over before raising a hand in greeting. "Hey man!"

Katsuki grunted and did their quick and simple handshake that Eijirou insisted that they needed to have the summer after their first year. "The nerd knows — about the thing," he curtly informed and ducked into his room.

"Did you go to get advice from him?" Eijirou asked, filling the doorway with his large frame. "Advice that you'll actually use?"

"He had tunnel vision on Mindfucks cock, so no," He muttered, ruffling through his closet. "More like a vent," he pulled out a tank top and sweats. He slammed the door to his bathroom shut behind him as a sign for Eijirou to leave.

However, he dodged the hint. "C'mon, dude," Eijirou whined through the door, "he probably said something that made sense," Katsuki just groaned loudly in response before starting the shower. "Lemme guess, he said something like: "Don't you like Denki? Get over it"," instead of a groan, Katsuki chucked a gently used travel-sized bottle of shampoo at the bathroom door.

"Right, right...well, see ya tomorrow, Kats!"

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Fuyumi's excuse to check on the food wasn't seeming much like an excuse anymore. Sero was just realizing he was invited to a feast instead of a simple dinner. most of the food was devoured by Endeavor and Natsuo as if it was your average Tuesday night.

Dinner was fine. The food was great and the conversation between everyone who wasn't busy shoving food down their throats was pleasant. The only thing he'd change would be the fact that he was aware that he had been making out with Fuyumi and Natsuo's precious little brother and Rei and Endeavor's youngest son a couple of feet away just minutes ago.  Not to mention, he's pretty sure Natsuo knew. If the sly smirks and mouthed words to Shouto that he couldn't quite catch were anything to go by.

Hanta volunteered himself to wash dishes, only to get turned down because the Todoroki's are filthy rich and obviously have a maid. Rei and Fuyumi appreciate the offer nonetheless. The fun was what happened in Shouto's room after dinner.

Hanta was cornered, which he didn't mind much, but it was here that he realized Shouto could be mean. And he liked it. The emotions that bubbled beneath his skin when Shouto lashed him with his tongue or otherwise were ineffable. Every endearment became demeaning the minute it crossed his lips. Angel, Petal, Babydoll, and Princess, dear god, Princess.

He was going to be done for when they were back at the dorms.

But right now, as Shouto pulled away from peppering his face with kisses, as he said, "Can't believe you're mine," he would take the teasing from his classmates like metals of honor. The words made the oxygen leave his body and left him feeling limp and stiff all at once.

Finally, he laughed with what little air was left in him and responded. "Believe it!" Hanta says, pitching his voice up to mimic Naruto and immediately regretted it. "Oh my god, forget I said that," Shouto chuckled softly and pulled him into hug. Hanta took the escape gratefully and hid his face in Shouto's shirt.

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