𝔹ℕℍ𝔸 Oneshots

TodoIidaBaku- Daily Dynamic

Requested by: fictionness

Katsuki took a sip from his glass, staring at the royal-blue-haired individual across the room.
Tenya had been making conversation with his old friends from Class A, catching up like they used to.

He was smiling, brushing stray hairs out of his eyes, and doing that cute little mannerism where he'd swing his arm back and forth.

It was driving Katsuki insane.

His second lover was on the other side of the living room, sitting among a few of his old friends as well–mostly women.
Ashido was laughing uncontrollably, calling Shoto things such as "hot stuff" and "pretty boy" just like she always used to.
Yaoyorozu was looking as gorgeous as usual.
She was timidly twirling her hair and fiddling with her purse clasp.
Just looking at her made Katsuki feel as though he was losing.
Every semester she'd beat him in their overall GPA, forcing him to wonder just why exactly Tenya and Shoto chose him.

"Hey man, you good?"
Denki asked from across the coffee table.
Katsuki didn't respond, too preoccupied with guarding his husbands.

"Hey, why are your lights still up, dude? Christmas was over a month ago." Denki tried to strike up conversation, pointing at the lights dangling overhead.
"My place, my rules." The blonde hissed, never taking his eyes off of the two men.

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Tenya sighed. This was just how he'd picture a class reunion. Elegant, inviting, warm and–wait. Why was Katsuki staring at him like that?
Oh no, he wasn't... Was he?

Tenya glanced over to Shoto, who'd been mindlessly engaging in conversation since the ladies practically swarmed him upon arrival.

He surely hadn't noticed the look on Katsuki's face from where he was situated.

"Iida? Are you alright?"
Tenya snapped back into his own discussion, the wide-eyed Midoriya bearing a worried frown.

"I'm fine. No need to worry."
He smiled halfheartedly.
How was he supposed to enjoy himself with Katsuki looking so... Sad?

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"Yeah, you two were really damn cute. I still don't understand why guys had to break up! I shipped you so hard!" Ashido whined, clinging to Shoto's sweater sleeve.
"Mina, that's quite enough, I believe you're being insensitive. Shoto's in a relationship now; as am I."
Momo huffed astutely as she always has, tossing her untamed ponytail over her shoulder.

Shoto just sat there, unfazed. He wasn't necessarily 'out of it' but he wasn't contributing, either. He'd gladly entertained questions on various topics, yet for some reason, he'd been avoiding the question "Why did you move in with Bakugo and Iida?" or anything along those lines.

Shoto had always been a mysterious soul to those he didn't open up to, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to omit certain aspects of his life.
It was concerning that Katsuki and Tenya were so open about their relationship and how they got there, whilst he was still trying to put it into words.

See, around the time they had all decided to move in together, Shoto had been recently emancipated.
He wasn't necessarily keen on talking about the whole experience, since when his father found out Shoto got a punch to the face.

"You're going to leave this family, your family, after everything we've done for you?" Is what he said.
"Fine. Leave then. Just don't ever come back. You're no longer my son"

It was a touchy subject for the trio, so Tenya suggested to simply not discuss it with others.

It was hardly ever on Shoto's mind, since he still saw his siblings often–but now, being surrounded by persons asking such questions about his life, made him want to clear everyone out, throw himself at his husbands and cuddle into Monday morning.

He glanced at Katsuki, who, weirdly enough, quite enjoyed Shoto's hugs.

God, did he look livid.

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"Katsuki, what's the matter? Why do you look so sad?"

Tenya had pulled Katsuki into kitchen, whilst Shoto followed along, also curious.

"Sad? I believed that he seemed angry. Is anything annoying you, Katsuki?"
Shoto asked, caressing Katsuki's cheek.

The blonde huffed.
'Are these idiots for real?'

"I'm... I'm..."
Katsuki had began clutching the fabric of Tenya's dress shirt, sweating profusely.

Tenya gasped at the blonde's state and mannerisms.
"Oh, no. Are you sick? We should've cancelled, then! We don't want anyone contracting an illness–"
The blonde cast a hand over the taller's mouth.

"I'm horny." He huffed.

Shoto and Tenya both froze at the words.
What the hell were they supposed to do? They were at a class reunion for Pete's sake!
"You and your dumbass way of talking, and you and the several women you let cling to you! It drives me nuts!"
Katsuki scolded more than vented to them.

Tenya nodded, Katsuki's hand still over his mouth.
Noted. Conversing and being surrounded with persons better than him made him horny.

Tenya took ahold of Katsuki's wrist, pulling his hand off of his mouth.
He slowly licked at Katsuki's fingers, striking the blonde with a sensual pleasure.

"We'll have to make this quick." He urged.

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The three reentered the gathering, each individually frazzled.
Tenya's neatly combed-back hair was messy and Shoto's sweater was on backwards, none of them seeming to take notice.
Katsuki was the worst.

His dress shirt was buttoned up wrong, skipping at least two or three spaces.
The spikes in his hair twisted and bent out of shape, despite his husbands' efforts to fix them back as they were.
He appeared as though he was in a daze, the dumbest smirk spread across his flushed face.
Most of the guests stopped what they were doing, staring right at the trio. The three looked at one another before saying in unison,
"Don't ask."

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