(Now) I'm a Beliver- ShinBaku

that's the way it seemed

"Hey," Hitoshi smiles, automatically tilting his head to the side to let Katsuki scent him.

Katsuki makes a happy little sighing sound, crossing the room to where Hitoshi stands.

"Hi," Katsuki mumbles into his neck, his hands immediately wandering all over Hitoshi.

Hitoshi giggles, "quit that, I'm all covered in paint."

He stands in the living room, all the furniture draped in plastic, a can of paint cracked open and a roller in his hand. He's lined all the walls with tape and is now about a third of the way through painting.

Katsuki finally pulls himself from Hitoshi's neck.

He holds up a bundle of flowers wrapped in paper. "Brought you this."

Hitoshi opens and closes his mouth, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest. "O-oh-"

"See these ones? Orange lilies. They mean 'hatred.' Ooh, and these ones, aconites, also mean hatred… oh and these! Buttercups, they mean childishness, and- oh! Yellow carnations, they mean disdain, isn't that great?"

Hitoshi stares at the wild, clashing mess off a bouquet. Then he snorts.

Katsuki smiles, feeling Hitoshi's amusement over the link.

"Aren't they great? I asked the florist for all their worst intentioned flowers and they looked at me like I was fucking crazy, it was awesome."

Hitoshi wipes a tear from his eye, "I love y- them. Thank you."

Katsuki smiles, clearly proud of himself, and smudges a kiss against the corner of Hitoshi's mouth before going off to the kitchen to find a vase for the- quite frankly, very ugly bouquet.

"They put you on desk duty like Dry Eyes wanted?" He asks, dumping his bag of hero things on his way back from the kitchen by the entrance to the bedroom. Their bedroom.

Hitoshi hums happily, "yup, and I'm only working four days for now. Monday through Thursday. We have the whole weekend to ourselves."

Katsuki turns back around. He smiles, and really, it's more of a smirk, "I'll move around my schedule to match, then."

He stalks back over to Hitoshi, wrapping one hand behind his neck, the other sliding around his waist. He doesn't lean in to kiss him, oddly enough. He just smiles at him, those red eyes full of warmth.

Hitoshi bends over to put his roller down on the paint tray finally so he can tug Katsuki closer.

Katsuki glances around the apartment again, the link full of pride, "the den is looking good, baby."

Hitoshi looks off to the side, unable to hide his little self-satisfied smile, "don't say that, it's not even half done."

Katsuki grips his chin, forcing him to look back up, "it. Looks. Wonderful." He says forcefully. With each word, he presses an aggressive kiss to different parts of Hitoshi's face. His forehead, his cheeks, his chin. Hitoshi giggles, swatting at him like a mosquito half-heartedly.

"You gonna help me, or are you just gonna distract me while the entire can of paint sits open and dries?"

Katsuki hums, raising an eyebrow, "I can think of a thing or two to do while it dries."

Hitoshi scoffs, shoving at Katsuki playfully, "go make yourself useful and cook me some food, I'm starving."

Katsuki snaps his teeth at Hitoshi's neck, but after scenting him thoroughly, (and a swat on the ass from Hitoshi) he does as he's told.