got in my feelings for a hot minute & made angst.. ahh. severely touch and affection starved katsuki

Katsuki gets slapped with the feeling of abandonment one weekend when the squad's over at his apartment.

They had been drinking and smoking, playing video games and scarfing down food while the tv played on in the background.

Sero was talking to Mina and Denki, pointing a soggy french fry in their general direction as he yapped on about something related towards Denki being on his tenth glass of iced wine, how it was just absolutely /morbid/.

Mina's and Sero's hands were clasped while he spoke.

Kirishima and Tetsu (Katsuki allowed the tincan to come over) were not so quietly making out against the couch. Thick hands roaming and groping everywhere, trying to yank off clothes and touch skin.

That's when Katsuki got slapped with it.

Did he really mean much to the group?

No one had spoken to him, no one seemed to acknowledge his presence even. No one had for the past twenty minutes really.

It must be all the alcohol he's drunk, blurring his emotions and thoughts. Making things hard to recall.

But it crashes over his body in waves the longer he sits there, lingering in his stomach. Makes his mouth taste bitter.

Sero's still rambling to Denki who just cackles and tosses the rest of his chilled drink down in one go.

No one turns their head when Katsuki sets his bottle down and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand angrily. No one budges when he clears his throat, trying to rid of the bile curling in his airways.

"Like, seriously! Isn't that /cold/?" Sero slurs out.

Katsuki feels the hairs on his arms rise, feels the anxiety induced twitch his stomach gives suddenly.

He needs some fresh air. He needs–

"/Ah, fuck!/ T-Tetsu.." Eijirou gasps aloud from the couch.

No one flinches when Katsuki stands upright from his seat and walks out.

He walks out onto his patio, closing the glass doors behind him. The cold Tokyo air nips and bites at his skin, and he hopes it'll help sober him up some.

The bile burns his throat and he winces as he goes to sit down on the chilly tile, scooting his legs through the railings.

He lets them dangle in the air, resting his warm head against the cold railings.

This has to be the alcohol. It /has/ to. He's never been like this before.

Nothing comforts him, just the painful curl of... misplacement boiling in his stomach.

Tears sting at his eyes and Katsuki rubs them away again, sniffling and staring out into the blue skies, the moon kissing his skin a hello.

But even yet, he feels alone, even though the moon is right there and his friends are in the other room.

Why? Why does he suddenly want to hide? To lock himself away in his bedroom, to curl under his sheets and lay there forever? To never leave the safety of his bed?

He doesn't know. Why is he feeling like this in the first place?

The bitter memories of how he was raised pops into his head. How his parents were never really... there, to put it simple.

Sure, they raised him, fed him, gave him a roof over his head. But that's all they did.

His mother made no effort to grow the bond between him, and neither did his father.

He grew up alone. An angry child who lashed out at everyone and everything because he new nothing else.

A thick sob breaks from his throat, tears swelling in his eyes, finally falling free from his eyelashes.

/Why?/

He breaks down, for the first time in forever, cupping his mouth to stop the short cries of help, of pain, of /please, just love me. Someone.../

He hiccups and sobs, the only one watching him fall into the depths of his emotions being the moon.

And as he expected, no one comes outside to find him. He doesn't know whether or not that helps him feel better or worse.

No one looks his way when he finally steps inside, the air getting to him and making him shiver.

Maybe that's the anxiety, but it could be both.

Eijirou and Tetsu had moved onto the couch, both blissfully knocked out. The redhead snoring atop of Tetsu's, saliva pooling from the corner of his lips.

Mina, Denki, and Sero are still awake, but Mina is the only one who really glances his way and smiles at him. Albiet drunk, but a smile's a smile.

"Hey hon! Do you have anymore wine?" Mina asks.

Katsuki's stomach plummets.

She's drunk, he /knows/ this. But fuck.

"Ah‐" he clears his throat, voice scratchy from crying, "yeah, lemme get it," he doesn't bother with giving a smile and walks off into the kitchen.

He assumes because she's drunk, she'll forget about the wine if Katsuki just waits a bit.

Then he sneaks into his room, quietly shutting his door behind him.

His shoulders slump, and the feelings come back again, more angerier than before.

No one came to check on him.

But they were drunk and occupied, it makes sense. Plus, he's not one who enjoys company suddenly.

Mina didn't ask if he was alright.

She was far away though, and /drunk/.

Katsuki scrubs his face. This is stupid.

The only thing he can muster is snatching an open hoodie from his closet and crawls into bed, throwing it out over him.

He curls into a ball, already feeling the tears come back as absolutely /no one/ seeks where he is.

Gods, he's pathetic.

He ends up crying again, having to muffle himself as his sobs grow louder and choppier, just wanting someone here with him.

He can hear Mina's giggling and Sero's ushered whispers, and he feels sick all over again.

Why?

Katsuki doesn't fall asleep until hours later, until the group has come down from their not so quiet fun from the living room. The tv no longer playing either.

It's silent all throughout his apartment.

It makes him cry even more, tears drying on his cheeks, wetting his sheets.

He manages to pass out from exhuastion finally, body jerking and twitching from hyperventilating.

No one comes into his room for the rest of the night. No one checks on him, not even Eijirou.

× × ×

Out of the whole squad, Eijirou wakes up first. Saliva soaked cheek and chin, he lifts his head up with an annoyed groan and blinks around the pitch black living room.

Tetsu, the heavier sleeper, lays on the couch still knocked out and snoring.

Mina, Sero, and Denki are all cuddled up on Katsuki's beanbag, a thin blanket half assed thrown on top of them.

Eijirou clears his throat and rubs at his eyes, slowly coming to sit up from the couch.

He needs to piss.

And Katsuki, the minimalist he is, only has one bathroom.

Eijirou doesn't mind, so he stands straight and stretches out his arms, groaning as his bones creak and his back pops out. He shuffles quietly to Katsuki's room, knocks twice before grabbing the knob and stepping inside.

"Hey man," his voice comes out groggy and sleep-ridden, "not sure if you're awake but I needa use your bathroom–" he gives warning.

Katsuki doesn't respond, so he steps further inside and blinks around.

Something's off.

Ah.

Eijirou patters forward, pats his hand along the wall until he snatches a small box and flicks his thumb up.

Hazy red decoration lights glimmer above him and all around the room. Now he can see.

Eijirou drops the light cube and streaks into the bathroom.

He pisses, flushes the toilet and washes his hands, pats himself dry before going to head back into the living room.

Then Katsuki whimpers from his bed as he's closing the bathroom door.

Eijirou takes pause and blinks over, the lights giving him a much better view of... of..

Of Katsuki laying in the fetal position, curled up in a tight ball with a weighted old jacket over him. He's gripping the hem of the fabric so tightly, Eijirou can see the points of his fingers whitening.

"Bakugou?" He calls quietly.

Katsuki doesn't answer, only sniffles in his sleep.

Something's really wrong.

Eijirou patters over and bends down at the hips to get a closer look at Katsuki's face. He can see dampness by his head and white crustiness underneath his eyelashes.

....Has he been crying?

"Bakugou, hey man, hey, wake up," he whispers, hand already extended and now gently shaking Katsuki's shoulder. He's cold to the touch.

Katsuki shivers and jerks away from him. So he tries harder.

"Bakugou, dude–"

Katsuki jolts awake, a panicked cry tumbling from his throat.

"PLEASE!" Katsuki screams, body springing up in the bed. He gasps aloud, like he's been jostled from a nightmare and his arms reach out, hands grasping something that isn't there.

Eijirou stumbles back in shock, his heart picking up at the sudden loudness.

Katsuki looks shaken, like an unhinged animal ready to attack by how loud he's gasping and clawing at his throat, patting his sweaty skin down.

Then he snaps his head at Eijirou and glares at him. "Kirishima? The fuck are you doing?"

"I uh–... I needed... bathroom," he wheezes, slapping his own neck, trying to calm down.

Katsuki doesn't seem to register his answer because he backs away from Eijirou, like the man has done something wrong and shuffles his legs up to his chest.

"Then fuckin' go to the bathroom, moron. I don't know wh-why you needed me awake for it," Katsuki snaps at him.

Eijirou catches the increased hilt of Katsuki's breath, the closed-off-ness, the lack thereof of an insult.

"I already went," he explains.

"Fuck are you still doing in my room then? Get out."

His tone leaves no room for discussion.

So Eijirou leaves, closing the door behind him quietly.

The silence of the apartment seeps into Eijirou's bones. It chills his skin and upsets his stomach. Goosebumps rise on his skin, his voice rendered speechless.

/What just happened?/

He blinks into the darkness, swallows down the bile in his throat.

Bakugou isn't normally friendly. He stays closed off, away from his friends and the world. But that's fine, it's normal. That's /Bakugou/.

But what just happened wasn't. Bakugou doesn't get /that/ defensive.

All the other times Bakugou just ignored him or nodded in his direction and went back to whatever he was doing.

But that... that...

Eijirou steps away from the door, the hypothetical warmth leaving his fingertips as he strides into the living room.

The more steps he takes, the longer he goes without walking back into Bakugou's room...

The more his stomach twists.

He'll wake up his bro, he should know what to do right? Or maybe the squad?

Eijirou hurries back toward the couch and leans down, roughly shaking his bro's toned shoulders.

"Bro, bro, wake up! Hey!" He whisper yells.

Tetsu groans loudly and shoves him off, shifting on the couch and turning his head, promptly trying to go back to sleep.

Eijirou huffs and hardens his finger, before scraping his digit against Tetsu's skin.

That gets the man awake, with an annoyed hiss of, "bro, what the /fuck/? I'm try'n t' sleep!"

Eijirou glares down at Tetsu. "Wake up, bro. Something's wrong with Bakugou."

"....So?" Tetsu slowly replies, yet still sitting up on the couch. "Blondie's always been like that."

Eijirou can't see much, but he knows Tetsu's frustrated with being woken up.

He stands and glances over at the sleeping group on the sleeping bag, and ponders waking them up as well.

Hopefully they'll be okay.

"No–," Eijirou sighs, "bro. I'm serious. He's been crying."

Tetsu perks up at that and rubs at his eyes. "Did somethin' happen?"

"I don't know! But he screamed when I woke him up."

"Sounds like him," Tetsu retorts. "What'd he say?"

"He screamed 'please' and reached out for something," Eijirou whispers.

"Sure it wasn't just him having a wet dream?"

Eijirou hardens his whole fist and punches at Tetsu's chest. Who, of course, steels over his chest before he can hand a hit.

"Okay, okay. You seem serious about this, so let's go check on him then," Tetsu sighs, standing up from the couch.

"Thank you," Eijirou grabs Tetsu's hand and ushers him back toward Katsuki's room door. Eijirou presses his ear against the door and waits. Tetsu, in turn, does the same.

They stand there for a few seconds to hear anything on the other side.

A sniffle comes a few beats later, then the harsh shuffle of bedsheets.

"Fucking hell," Bakugou's voice rings out, then the heavy pads of his feet as he walks in his room. He sniffles again and sighs. It's weary, worn down.

Eijirou still can't see, but he can map out the outline of Tetsu's face.

"Believe me now?" He whispers.

"What's stuck up his ass?" Tetsu whispers back.

"T–" Eijirou glares.

He stands back and knocks at the door a few times before grabbing the doorknob and twisting it open.

"Hey Bakugou, you okay?" He calls.

He doesn't get to open the door too wide before the bathroom door is slamming closed. Loudly.

Eijirou steps inside, Tetsu in tow. They're quick to step up to the bathroom door and knock.

"Blondie?"

"Fuck off, tincan, I'm not in the mood for your shit."

Tetsu's eyebrows furrow. He ignores the remark, "are you okay?"

"Why do /you/ care?"

"Because Ei said tha—"

"—of course he did," Katsuki sniffles again.

It's quiet for a beat then 'click'.

Bakugou locked the door.

"Bakugou, please open the door‐"

"Go away."

"Bakugou–"

"I said /go away/, Kirishima. Leave me alone already!" Bakugou snaps.

Something thunks and clatters.

Eijirou turns to Tetsu, "should we leave him?" He whispers.

Tetsu sends him a glare, "of course not. Blondie, look, we're comin' in—"

"I /said/–"

Tetsu's already steeling his hands, and Eijirou hardening his own and bracing.

Eijirou grabs the doorknob and yanks it from the door roughly, glaring down at the door that gives with no resistance.

The mirroring knob on the other side thunks onto the floor loudly.

The two are barging inside immediately, trying to get in, to see what's happening, where's Bakugou–

Tetsu flips the lights on, and the two blink into the sudden brightness.

Bakugou's moved into the tub, knees pulled up toward his chest, head snapping toward their direction.

"You fuckin' /knotheads/, the hell's wrong with you?! Why can't you just /go away/?!" Bakugou hollers at them. His voice cracks at the end, though he promptly ignores it.

Tetsu and Eijirou catch it, though.

They both gather inside further, toward the bath.

"Bakugou–"

"I said fuck off already!" Bakugou's palms ignite and cackle, fingers twitching.

"We're just trying to check on you–"

"I didn't ask for you too!!"

Tetsu grunts and grabs Eijirou's shoulder, keeping him from moving closer. "Blondie–"

"I will fuckin' blow your balls off if you don't leave me alone!"

"Bakugou, please, just talk to us, bro," Eijirou begs. "You were crying."

"Who said I was crying?" Bakugou snaps, standing up from the tub.

"You were in your sleep," Eijirou replies calmly, "when I woke you up, remember?"

"I'm not a fuckin' two year old!"

"So you /were/ crying?" Tetsu butts in.

Bakugou glares him down.

"Just go to sleep. Or go suck each other's faces off again, /something/. Just. Get out!" Bakugou hollers.

Tetsu furrows his brows again. "What?"

Bakugou tightens his jaw but doesn't repeat himself.

Eijirou flushes dark; Tetsu continues to prode. "Bakugou."

"You heard me," Bakugou seethes. "/Neither/ of you are fuckin' subtle, you were basically humping the entire night. Now please. Leave me alone."

"Yeah? Well, tough shit, blondie. We're staying here until you talk."

And Tetsu plops his ass down on the floor and crosses his legs, glaring up at Bakugou.

The blond stares at Eijirou who slowly mirrors Tetsu's actions, taking a seat.

"Have fun sitting there for the whole night then," Bakugou quips, taking a seat himself, bringing his knees back up to his chest. He turns his head away from the pestering stares and locks his focus on the shower wall.

Eijirou, the poor man, hates the awkward silence. "Well, I'm gonna be awake for the rest of the day now," he tries to joke but neither his bro or Bakugou budge.

He sighs.

"Bakugou.."

Said man doesn't even acknowledge him. Doesn't sigh, budge, or grunt.

Eijirou waits a beat. Then two, then three. "Did... did you know you're fin-tastic?" He tries to joke.

Bakugou lets out an annoyed sigh at that.

That's good, right? That's progress.

"Bakugou."

Silence.

"Are you okay?"

Nothing.

"Can you tell us what's wrong?"

No answer.

"Why were you crying?"

Still quiet.

"Bakugou," Tetsu sighs, "we're gonna stay here until you answer."

No reply.

Tetsu sighs louder.

"If you're that fuckin' annoyed with me, then just go away," Bakugou whispers.

Doesn't yell, or snap, or holler, or scream.

Just... whispers.

Tetsu and Eijirou share a look.

Bakugou sniffles.

"T–" Eijirou starts, "really?" He glares.

"Wha, I–?" Tetsu gaps.

Eijirou unlocks his legs and crawls up toward the bath. "I'm comin' in, bro, hit me all you want," he warns, throwing a leg up and over the edge of the tub.

Bakugou does nothing as Eijirou slinks inside the tub and fumbles about, clearly having trouble with trying to squeeze himself in.

Eijirou manages to sit behind Bakugou and extend his legs on either side of him.

The man in front of him starts to shake.

Eijirou rushes to wrap his arms around Bakugou's middle and coddles him into his chest, hugging him in close. He situates Bakugou's face to be in his neck while the rest of his body sits in Eijirou's lap.

"Bakugou....?" Eijirou whispers.

The man sobs at the question. Rings loud in the small bathroom, even louder in the shower. Bakugou trembles, lips parting to let out unstable cries and sobs, nose sniffling in snot as he just...

Breaks down finally. In front of others.

"I didn't a-ask– ask to be this way, okay?" Bakugou hiccups. "I don't know why I'm like this," he whimpers. "I don't know–"

Eijirou shoots Tetsu a panicked look but cuddles Bakugou in closer.

"You're fine the way you are–" he tries.

"No I'm not!" Bakugou cries at him, a shaky sob wrecking his throat. "I'm– I'm– I don't know /why/ I get like this,"

all the while he speaks, Tetsu slinks closer, eyebrows creased back in immediate worry.

"I don't know– know why I suddenly push everyone away. I don't know why I get angry at everyone, I don't know why I can't open up, or why I can't enjoy simple things like everyone else.

I– I got... jealous. Of everyone. Last night. I felt alone. Like no one cared.

Like no one would give a shit if I just left. No one would come check on me or see how I'm doing, no one. /No one/ cares," Bakugou's begun to hyperventilate but he keeps talking, ignoring Eijirou's attempts to calm him down.

"And I did. I left right? I went out onto the patio and was out there for half an hour. No one came to check on me, even if I was right there. Not you, not– not Mina or Denki or Sero..."

"You and Tetsu were asleep on the couch when I came back inside. And–" Bakugou stops to wipe at his eyes. "I don't know why I'm like this," he whispers.

"I'm sorry."

"No one would care if I left, I know you wouldn't. You'd go on about your days like nothing changed in the first place.

And I'd be left alone with the thought of 'why didn't I do more?' Or if I meant anything to you guys in the first place."

"Bakugou, I–" Eijirou stammers, "we all care. We do. We all care about you, I promise," he whispers.

"No you don't," Bakugou ignores him. "I'm not included in the things everyone else is. I'm not the first person people think of when they want to hang out with someone.

I'm last. I'm the final option. I'm the choice no one wants to pick. I'm a party ruiner, I'm a sour person, I'm foul-mouthed, I'm not polite, I'm none of these things."

"None of those stuff matter," Tetsu quietly chips in.

Bakugou sniffles loudly, wipes the back of his nose and takes in a wet breath.

Tetsu moves to join them in the bath, crowding the both of them to sit in front.

"It does when it keeps happening for months. You all come over here because I make food. Or 'cause it's convenient. Or you have nothing better to do."

"I don't think that, though," Eijirou whispers. "You're much more than a nice cook."

Bakugou scoffs.

"Keep talking," Tetsu encourages softly. "Let it out."

"I know no one cares," Bakugou whispers. "You say you do, that you're here for me, but even when I give the slightest of.. of.." he swallows, the words hard to speak, "of a cry for help," his voice teeters off into nothing.

"No one catches it. Maybe I'm not upfront enough but.. I say I'm in a bad mood, and no one asks if I'm alright," he sighs, covering his eyes.

He feels fucking pathetic.

"No one sees my ignorance of texts or calls as a low mood, no one just..."

Bakugou falters and sniffles, thinking back to all the times he's just... not been there fully.

"Whatever," he dismisses it.

"Bakugou, I–" Tetsu takes a deep breath, "I know I'm not the best at feelings either but I promise you, you matter to me. I... I care for you."

"Same here," Eijirou whispers, sniffling himself. He buries his nose in Bakugou's hair. "You mean so much to me, Bakugou.. more than you know. I just.. I don't know how to not come off as annoying. But I think about you everyday."

"He does," Tetsu agrees.

Bakugou gives a weak snort of amusement.

And though he can't see it, both Tetsu and Eijirou brighten up at his sound.

"I don't know what else to say but if you ever need someone to vent to, or talk to, I'm here. I mean it."

"You know I won't reach out though," Bakugou croaks.

"Then I'll just have to do it myself and budge you until you give me an answer."

Bakugou cracks a small smile. He closes his eyes. "Okay."

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"I'll join you," Tetsu adds.

"Yeah! And we'll bring some of our pjs for you so you have comfy clothes to wear!" Eijirou perks up.

"Why?" Bakugou wipes at his nose again.

"I've seen your closet, Bakubro. You like large clothing."

"You callin' me small?"

"I am," Tetsu smirks. "Fuckin' shortcake compared to me and Ei."

Bakugou rolls his eyes though there's a small smile on his face. The teasing is let to slide.

"So me and T will bring some pjs, okay? I'll bring my tv and we'll cuddle up in your bed, and watch Netflix!"

"Uh huh. Anything else?"

"I can make sushi and tempura," Tetsu offers. "So you don't have to cook. I'll buy all the ingredients before we show up too."

"Make Bakugou curry rice too," Eijirou adds. "He likes spicy foods."

"You're both making this sound like a date or some shit," Bakugou snorts.

"Maybe it is," Tetsu puffs his chest out boldly.

"You're both knotheads," Katsuki sniffles.

"We know," Eijirou beams. "Wan' go lay down now? This tub is kinda small for all three of us."

"I'm not sleeping on the fuckin' couch," Bakugou sighs.

"So floor then? I can get some blank–"

"We'll use my bed, dumbass," Katsuki shakes his head. "It'll be cramped with all three of us but it's better than the couch."

"Oh," Eijirou flushes pink. The tips of his ears dusted a rosy color. "Um. Why do have the couch then?"

"'Cause a bed is made for sleeping. And I kept it for you, 'cause /you/ like to sleep on it."

Eijirou flushes brighter. "O-oh..."

Tetsu can't help but grin at his best bro and... friend...

Friends..

"Okay, now let's get up," Eijirou slowly uncurls his arms from Bakugou's waist and grabs the edge of the tub and stands slowly, helping Bakugou onto his feet.

They're all clumsy as they step out, Bakugou offering his hand to Tetsu to help.

"Go on and get comfy, I need to wash my face," Bakugou clears his throat.

"I'll help!" They both offer.

Bakugou cocks an eyebrow. "As much as I... appreciate the gentleness, I'm not some delicate fuckin' thing. I can still kick both of your asses."

Bakugou grabs a rag from his counter and runs it under the hot water after it warms up. He rings it out and brings the rag up to his face.

Tetsu snatches it before he can wash his face clean.

"Tetsu–"

"Let me do it."

Bakugou slims his eyes. "....Why?"

"Uh– 'cause," Tetsu clears his throat, "thought you could do with some affection."

Bakugou snorts. Only Tetsu stares him down, face not cracking.

"Oh. Oh, you're serious."

"Damn right."

Bakugou sighs, "fine. Only because I'm not in the mood to try and grab it from you."

Tetsu grins. "Atta boy. Now hop onto the counter for me."

Bakugou swats his arm yet hops onto the bathroom counter.

Eijirou laughs at the both of them. "I'll go get the bed ready."

And with that, he leaves the two in the bathroom.

Tetsu actually seems to try and focus on wiping Bakugou's face clean with the warm rag. Bakugou can tell because when he opens his eyes, not remembering when he closed them, the man has his tongue out as he wipes Bakugou's cheeks and nose.

"You doin' alright? You look constipated," Bakugou chuckles.

"Mhm," Tetsu answers, gently scrubbing Bakugou's forehead and down the sides of his face, towards his lips and chin.

"Why'd you offer to help wash my face?"

Tetsu ponders. "We all need affection," he says after a while.

"Is that all?"

"No," he answers honestly. "But it doesn't matter right now."

Bakugou quiets down, lets Tetsu finish washing his face clean. Tetsu sets the rag aside and Bakugou dries his face.

Before Bakugou hops down from the counter, Tetsu speaks up.

"Hey Bakugou?"

"Mn?"

"Punch me... if you don't like it. But I wanna try something," Tetsu clears his throat.

Bakugou stares at him for a long moment, "okay."

Tetsu clears his throat and nods. "Okay," he repeats.

So Bakugou stares. And stares.

It starts to become thick with awkwardness in the bathroom, Tetsu swears he can cut the air with his hand if he tried.

/Good Gods./

Before he backs out, he curses, "ah fuck it," and steps close to the blond, grabbing his face and brings him in close.

He lowers his head and closes his eyes, gently presses his lips against Bakugou's own.

They're a bit chapped from him crying, but Tetsu can feel the softness that's underneath and he sighs out softly, his index fingers gently carressing Bakugou's skin behind his ears.

He doesn't push further, doesn't tilt his head, or extend his tongue. Only presses a firm, chaste kiss on the man's lips and pulls away, then stands there and waits.

Waits for a reaction.

Bakugou blinks, three, four, five times. Like he can't exactly comprehend what just happened.

When his brain catches up though, he finally reacts.

He reaches out for Tetsu, grabs his tank top collar and pulls him back for another kiss.

The next one isn't frantic or rushed. Maybe at first to feel the physical connection again, but it's soft and unforced.

Tetsu melts into it almost immediately, letting Bakugou hold the reigns.

They meld together, their lips only a connection to say what words can't explain.

It's not fireworks, nothing explodes in his head. But Tetsu's body grows with goosebumps and a heat curls in his belly.

It's perfect.

They pull back after a minute or two of gentle pecks and chaste kisses. Bakugou looking pleasantly flushed a rosey red as Tetsu pulls back.

"Red's a good look on you," Tetsu teases.

"How long was that planned?"

"Honestly? Since first year. Didn't think I'd make it this far and not exactly how I thought it would go but," Tetsu chuckles nervously.

"And shitty hair? How long?"

"Well I can't speak on my bro's behalf but–"

"Are you two dating?" Bakugou interrupts.

"Nah."

"But last night–"

"Heat of the moment," Tetsu flushes, "it's a long story but we'd need Ei to help finish the story. I can say he does like you too, though! We're both just not sure you'd be into a three-way relationship—"

"Honestly. I need some sleep before I think about relationships," Bakugou sighs.

"No offense taken. Tonight's been a ride," Tetsu dismisses it softly. When Bakugou gives him a weary look, he continues, "promise. I've gone this far without making a move, I can wait a bit longer."

Bakugou seems content with that answer, so he nods and hops from the counter.

"I'm in no rush, bro," Tetsu beams.

"Stupid nickname," Bakugou rolls his eyes.

"I know," Tetsu reaches down and grabs Bakugou's hand, leading him into the bedroom.

Bakugou flicks the light off and closes the bathroom door behind him as much as he can with the doorknob broken.

Eijirou's laying in the bed, the pillows drastically fluffed and bedsheets done.

The hoodie Katsuki had no longer on the bed but hung up in the closet.

Tetsu leads him to the bed and Katsuki crawls up, a sigh leaving his lips. He's ready for bed after the emotional rollercoaster.

Katsuki flops on top of Eijirou's chest, resting his head over the man's heart and settles in.

Tetsu follows suit, and yup, the bed is /not/ big enough for two fuckin' giants squeezing a grown (but short) man in between them.

Already, the body heat is nearing overwhelming but it's worth it.

With Eijirou's happy, "finally! I was dozing off!" and the arm dropping across his waist like it's meant to be there from the beginning...

Tetsu tangling his legs with Katsuki's own, draping his big body over Katsuki, drowning him in warmth.

Eijirou snuggles closer until Tetsu's half on his side, half on his front, arm thrown over Katsuki and over Eijirou's side. Katsuki's head peaking from Tetsu's shoulder, on Eijirou's chest.

No blankets are needed.

Just... just them.

They're all Katsuki needs.

"Goodnight Bakugou," Eijirou yawns out.

"Call me Katsuki, idiot. Both of you. I think you two deserve it," he grumbles. "Thanks for... earlier."

"Bro, this is where you lift his chin up in those romantic movies 'n kiss 'em," Tetsu whispers not so quietly to Eijirou.

"Oh!" Eijirou seems excited almost as he lifts his free hand, Katsuki rolling his eyes with amusement as Eijirou practically vibrates and leans down to press a very soft, very warm mellow kiss against Katsuki's lips.

"Goodnight, Katsuki, sleep well," he murmurs.

Katsuki flushes despite his best interests. "Whatever," he buries his face back into Eijirou's chest.

The two knotheads roar with laughter. "He wasn't that flustered when I kissed him!"

"Yeah yeah.. shut up and go to bed–"

"Bro! I want a goodnight kiss too!"

"Then come here, Ei."

Katsuki's ears ring when a soft squelch of a kiss echoes above him.

"So–"

"In the morning, bro. Catch him up later."

"Okay! Goodnight, Katsuki! Night, T-bone!"

"What have I done..." Katsuki groans.

The two bubble with laughter once more.

The night rolls out smoothly, sleep claiming all of them within minutes. Katsuki keeps warm throughout the night, having Eijirou's steady heartbeat against his ear lulling him calm.

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until later babes

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