A Hero's Last Days

Hope For The Hopeless

A/N: Uhh hey. ^-^;

Sorry for the dead silence from me. I went to Con at the beginning of the month. It was a BLAST. But then I had to recover from that insanity. I got some really cool artwork too. BWAHAH! But then after that I kinda just.. died? A vicious bout of depression rocked me. But it is what it is.

Then I was trying to push this chapter beyond what it was capable of. I wanted to end this one a certain way. But there was just no forcing it. So hopefully chapter 7 will BEHAVE.

Anywho, y'all know the drill. The art isn't mine. I tried to find the artist, but got lost in a sea of Tumblr and bounced. Cause I hate that place. lol I believe their signature is the lower right though.

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!

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Hitoshi let out a faint breath as he felt himself waking up. He stirred and tightened his arm around the warm body snuggled against him. Wait... body? His eyes snapped open, and he was met with luscious, Cinnabon scented blond hair. His right brow arched as his hungover raddled brain hastily tried to sift through the drunk hazed memories of last night.

He remembered showing up at the club, ordering a drink and taking a lap around the place to see if he saw anyone interesting or felt like dancing. He got exasperated by the lack of attractive, to him anyway, people in the club. He got caught up in ordering drink after drink. Closed his tab once he was adequately faded and was about to leave when he... Spotted Katsuki.

With a slight tilt of his head to verify who was so peacefully curled into him. It was, admittedly, Katsuki Bakugou. Hitoshi swallowed and licked his dry lips. Now, he had to figure out if they went all the way.

He dubiously remembered seeing Katsuki with some man who fed him a pill. They ended up making out in a corner after Katsuki resisted him a bit. Then...things got hazier. Somehow they ended up wherever they were. He took a glance around the room. It was unquestionably a bedroom. Somewhat minimalist in its varying shades of grey, red, orange, and black. The colours were reasonably the only thing that screamed Katsuki. Otherwise, it looked like a room where someone wasn't sure they were staying for long. It looked ready to be left or fully moved into at any moment.

So, he was in Katsuki's new place? Hitoshi's bewilderment deepened as he tried to wrap his head around the fact that he was naked, in bed, with none other than a naked Katsuki Bakugou. It was a hard notion to process. For one, he didn't think Katsuki swung that way or was even sexual. Second, he never pegged the angry boy to be a bottom. But, if he thought about it, it made sense. A feisty, loud, aggressive bottom. Third, the former UA student was actually alive, healthy seeming, and living in Tokyo.

It begged several questions. The first question was if he was alive, why hadn't he told anyone? The second question was he actually kidnapped, or did he run away, and everyone made it seem like a kidnapping? The third question was if he had run away, why?

Hitoshi's breath halted when he felt Katsuki move somewhat and give a diminutive, content sound, nuzzling his chest. He blushed some and closed his eyes, letting his held breath out slowly. He wasn't sure he was ready to face a hungover Katsuki, just yet.

Ultimately, he would have to face Katsuki and the whole situation. But for now, he just wanted to figure things out. He knew a good chunk of it he wouldn't be able to figure out without the blond.

One thing he was positive of, they didn't have sex. How was he sure? Some ideas suggested it. The lack of a single condom, wrapper, or box. He considered the night table again, and he spotted a bottle of lube he hadn't noticed the first time.

Rubbing his lips together, he reached for it, his fingers gradually tugging it to him before he could grab it fully, not really wanting to move, for multiple reasons. He brought the bottle close to read it. It was definitely lube. It wasn't his, obviously. And there was a chance Katsuki just left it on his nightstand for his own nightly urges. It wouldn't be a stretch to think they went far enough that Hitoshi had gotten a few fingers in his ex-classmate.