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Klaus x

It's not like Klaus asks for trouble.

He finds himself in a lot of sticky situations, sure, and often they're his own fault. He can own up to that. But he really doesn't think that this can be blamed on him— there's got to be a line somewhere, and Klaus is drawing it right now. This, this right here, is the line.

He's three weeks out of rehab, staying with Diego and his girlfriend in their tiny one bedroom apartment and he's horribly, painfully sober. It's fucking with all sorts of things: Klaus thought he knew himself before. He thought he had spent a good thirteen years coming to terms with his personality and himself in general until he was in a place where he could confidently say he didn't like what he saw. But now? Sober? Sober Klaus is like a whole new person, and it's almost fun to discover himself all over again.

Oh, he still loves make up and dress up and being obnoxiously loud in the shower. He still loves cracking lewd jokes that make his siblings groan and roll their eyes. But there are subtle differences that only someone who knows him really well would be able to pick up on. Sober Klaus is shyer. Sober Klaus is hesitant. Sober Klaus is so non confrontational that when he walks in on his big brother fucking his girlfriend on Klaus' sofa bed for the third time this week, he doesn't say a thing.

Because that's a thing that happens now, apparently.

Klaus loves Diego. He's the only one of all of them who was ever really willing to give Klaus a second chance at, well, life. Klaus was high pretty much twenty four seven until Diego came along, checked him into rehab and told him that as soon as he got out he'd be staying at Diego's indefinitely so that he could check up on him, make sure Klaus isn't falling back into his old habits.

And it would be wonderful. Diego's apartment is small but it's not uncomfortable, and it's comparative luxury for someone who's been living on the streets for most of their life. Diego has his room, Klaus has the sofa-bed and Diego has made him promise to eat whatever he wants from the fridge no matter how un-hungry he is. Klaus gets to spend time with his brother and enjoy his life - as much as he can - drug free. It's great, and he should love it. Except...

Except, Eudora.

Klaus has nothing against the woman. She's brilliant in every meaning of the word, and she balances out Diego perfectly. He can see how happy his brother is with her in his life, and that's something he never wants to take away; Diego deserves to find his happiness away from the fucked up past of the Umbrella Academy, and if that's with a smart, funny, confident, sexy woman like Eudora Patch then goddamnit Klaus is not going to cause problems.

But it turns out that, in addition to being smart and funny and confident and sexy, Eudora is also really fucking horny, all the fucking time. And most of their sexual transgressions end up occurring on Klaus' bed. Where he sleeps, and eats most of the time as well.

And he understands, really, he does. Klaus has been in a few relationships over the years and even when they haven't been relationships he's still had a shit ton of sex; he remembers the rushed, desperate bid to remove clothing, to get their mouths on one another, to fuck wherever they could no matter the consequences. If Diego and Eudora want to get their rocks off then more power to them.

But does it have to be on his bed?

And Sober Klaus - combined with Teenage Klaus who still remembers some of his manners - refuses to say anything. Diego and Eudora are being kind enough to let him stay in their apartment whilst he gets sober, and he's not an easy person to live with. He drinks milk from the carton and puts it back empty. He leaves towels on the bathroom floor and complains when there aren't any dry ones. He's a hassle and a burden, and he knows it.