Priceless

-love you

The first time Bakugou and Eijirou walked into the village holding hands, Round-Face and her bitch ended up stumbling upon them. Round-Face took one look at the pair and paled. "You two are together now," she stated.

Eijirou's face turned the same color as his fucking mane of shitty hair, while Bakugou answered with a nearly growled, "Yeah, you got a fucking problem with it?"

Round-Face's eyes grew wide. "No! No, not at all," she hurriedly said. "Actually, I'm happy for you two! You're really good for him, Red. You're the only person I've actually seen him care about."

Bakugou really did growl at that. "Fuck off."

Eijirou placed a hand on his shoulder in response, squeezing once as if to say, Calm. Everything's fine. He watched Round Face and Fairy Bitch's eyes trace the movement, the motherfucking meddling pixie-type opening her mouth to quip, "Oh, so he is yours? Just--ya know. Making sure. You weren't very clear in that tavern, you know!"

The hand on his shoulder squeezed again, then crept down his arm to completely encase his shaking hand. I can do this, he told himself. I can remain calm. Fairy Bitch was still watching, dark eyes taking in every goddamn detail, until she smirked and turned away, Round-Face in tow. "Guess that settles that, then!"

Bakugou's sweaty palm went off with a bang, the sound strangely muted because of--Eijirou's hand! Fuck, did I hurt him? He glanced down at their intertwined fingers, Eijirou's still-intact hand with rivers of hardened skin running along it.

Oh, Bakugou thought. Right. He can fucking do that.

Round-Face turned back towards Bakugou, her eyes holding so much weight in that moment that if Bakugou didn't know from personal experience how strong she was, he wouldn't have been surprised to see her crumble then and there. "Be careful," she said. "Just--be careful." Then she grabbed the fairy bitch's hand and left.

Bakugou glanced up at Eijirou, who was watching him with a confused expression on his face. Bakugou just shrugged "I don't fucking know what the hell what the hell she's on abut. C'mon, let's go grab whatever shit we need n' go, I don't want to fucking deal with life right now."

Surprisingly, Eijirou agreed.

X X X

The fourth time they walked down to the village as an official couple, Bakugou shattered a dozen eggs due to being startled by the purple-haired Motherfucker--Shinsou, was it?--somehow creeping up on him. "Oh, fuck me," he muttered.

Without missing a beat, Eijirou responded, "Maybe later. Probably shouldn't do it in front of the market."

Bakugou glared at him. "Fuck you!" he whined.

Eijirou grinned. "'S too late! You can't take it back!" He wrapped an arm around Bakugou from behind. "We done yet?"

"Bitch," Bakugou muttered, but quickly paid for the broken eggs.

...

He couldn't walk straight for a week after.

...

Two months later, they were back down at the village--honestly, it seemed to be the place where everything happened, so Bakugou had been tempted to call off the damn trip--when Eijirou's head whipped around, as if he were a hound that had caught a scent. Bakugou cocked an eyebrow. "The fuck's up with you, Ei--"

"Hey! Kiri!" an obnoxiously loud voice shouted.

Kiri? What the fuck--but Eijirou visibly relaxed, all the tension bleeding out of his body and a massive smile spreading across his face. "Tetsu? What--how? How are you here, man? I thought--"