Blue Dandelions

An ode to the suffering of Bakugo Katsuki | SapphicPandaBear

Summary:

Katsuki seriously considers blasting a hole through the ceiling.

It's past midnight. He has to be up in five hours. He should've been asleep three hours ago. A solid eight from beginning to end.

Instead, he's been unwittingly treated to the thunk thunk thunk of Eijirou pounding his boyfriend against every surface of his own room which is, of course, immediately above Katsuki's.

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Or, Katsuki holds a grudge against Izuku for his agency choice. Only Kirishima and Tetsutetsu's destructive sex can bring them together again in the most convoluted way possible.

Notes: For silver_pocketwatch, Doodlejoops.

I KNOW I HAVE A LOT OF PROJECTS but I really, REALLY wanted to get on this one since I've been sitting on the trope for EVER.

Anyway, Kiri×Tetsu is my second fave ship so... twice the idiots this time around.

I like making Kacchan suffer those around him. 🙃

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: What the fucking fuck

It's just another mission.

Katsuki tells himself that ad nauseum while Eijirou excitedly shoves his phone in his face. "What about here?"

Stupid shitty phone thanks to Eijirou's stupid shitty quirk. The case and screen protector are both scratched, like they've been mauled by a particularly peeved hellcat.

"S'fine," mutters Katsuki.

"No, really," insists the man who has the audacity to call himself Katsuki's best friend. (So what if it's true? Still takes a pair of steel balls to be so blatant about it. And not that he needed to, but Katsuki has a pretty good idea where he got those steel balls from.) "Just look. Do you think he'd like going here?"

"Why," says Katsuki as he thumps his head against the train window, "would I give two shits what that idiot does or doesn't like?"

Eijirou arches an eyebrow. "Uh, I dunno man, maybe because you were the one who said he was good for me?"

Katsuki glowers at him and his shit-eating, toothy grin. "What I said, " he snarls through his teeth, "is that he's the only idiot on your level. Which makes you two together twice an idiot."

Wiggling his eyebrows, Eijirou says, "Bakubro, my man, my dude—"

"No."

As uncaring to his imminent death as always, Eijirou continues, "I understand. I do." He rests a hand on Katsuki's shoulder, not-so-subtly using his hardening quirk on his fingers to keep Katsuki from elbowing him in the stomach. (Which he'd just harden anyway, what the hell, Katsuki's not an idiot.) Lowering his voice to a whisper, Eijirou says, "Hawks is sending two of his best. I'll bet Midoriya's—"

"Finish that sentence," says Katsuki with a biting smile. "Go on."

Eijirou hesitates, and his hand softens and falls away. "Anyway, it's gonna be a big mission. Whoever's there doesn't matter. Just try to blow off some steam, man. You've been slipping lately."

Katsuki scowls out of the window, though the bullet train moves too fast for him to see much. He knows, damn it. His rank has been slipping the past couple rounds, from eleven to sixteen and then a plummet to twenty-two. Rather than skyrocket to the top, he's been falling. Jeanist does his best to remind him of this every fucking quarter.