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Katsuki knew he was a genius. He knew he could totally do anything he set his mind to, anything at all - but even he was starting to think this might be overkill.
He was only going to end up at one school and that one school was UA, no ifs or buts about it. But what was the fun of only applying to one school? His parents had stared at him like crazy when he told them he wanted to apply to at least four other schools and he knew they thought it was Katsuki thinking about a back-up plan - well that was fucking WRONG. No, what Katsuki wanted was the chance to show off his brimming intellect to make all these schools fall in love with him just to reject them to their stupid faces.
His mother had asked him if he wanted to go to a psychiatric ward and Katsuki threw a book at her.
Yet here he was, at the fourth written exam out of the five he was going to do for this whatever school because he wasn’t going to bother learning the name of something he’d painfully reject - to clarify, it would be painful for the school, not him - and he was getting tired. Of course all the exams had to be roughly in the same time period but seriously, this was his third exam of the week. He was rested up and ready for the first one but he hadn't had much time for the second because he was more tired than he thought he'd be, so he wasn’t sure if he did well or not. And he’d done an hour for this one, but so what? Was anything even gonna stick in his head?
I’m a genius, Katsuki repeated to himself in his mind. I’m a genius. I don’t get tired. I don’t get headaches. I’m gonna fucking obliterate this exam that doesn’t even matter.
He sighed to himself as he fell into line, grunting when his candidate number was called out. He was near the front because of his surname and even though he knew there wouldn’t be, he looked around for a moment to see if there was anyone he recognised from his school. Nope, just as he thought. Well, that was better, they’d assume the same as his parents and that’d be too annoying to deal with. Katsuki never had back-up plans, because he always got what he wanted.
The invigilators talked them through everything, and Katsuki mildly listened as he tapped his foot against the floor, bluntly ignoring the irritated looks of the guy next to him. So the order of the tests was Maths first, then Verbal Reasoning, then Non-verbal, then Japanese, then Hero Studies for those taking the hero exam. Yeah, it was a hefty school, the best state one in this prefecture or something (because yes Katsuki had taste when choosing the schools he was going to screw over) so they tested everything they possibly could.
Katsuki thought that was it and they could fuck off into the exam hall now but then he caught the invigilators telling them they were going to take a twenty-minute break between each test in the school’s field, and Katsuki stared at the adults like they’d lost their mind.
Twenty whole minutes? Each? So that’d be…an entire eighty minutes of break time? What kind of pre-school babies did these losers think they were?! Katsuki was the type who could do all of those papers in one go, he didn’t need to have a fucking BREAK between each one where he didn’t have any people he knew, nor did he bring any books to read - the fuck was he going to do for eighty minutes?
He’d just sleep. That was a good idea. Just sleep until the next exam and he’d be legally allowed to beat up whoever woke him up. Except he wouldn’t do that because it took up useless energy, and he probably wouldn’t get into the school if he did so his elaborate plan would be foiled. Damn it.
This was gonna be the most boring thing ever and he was sure starting to regret it.
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first
So, first up, Maths. Probably Katsuki’s favourite subject because that shit just clicked in his head and if it didn’t straight away, he honestly found it pretty fun working hard on a problem before cracking it. It was just like fighting a difficult opponent, and solving it was like figuring out the way to beat them. But he could hear the worried voice of someone behind him, of “I’ve studied so hard for entrance exams but gah, I don’t think I’ll ever understand Maths!!’ and another egg saying, ‘Don’t worry ‘bout it, man’. Katsuki ‘tch’ed at them, and hoped that the guy who was stressing wouldn’t get in. Getting nervous was fine, but doubting yourself right before the performance, was this moron dumb? And no, that double negative would not equal a positive this time round.
Slowly they were told to file into the seats while snaking around and Katsuki lazily trudged after the extra in front of him, seamlessly curving around the table at the front of the column while the loser behind him bumped into it with an ‘ouch!’. Wow, Katsuki could even show his superiority in something as simple as that? Awesome.
And with not much further ado, the test commenced. Katsuki soared through it like a comet, a small smirk appearing on his face the deeper into the paper he got, and one of his fingers sparked at some point. Damn, it was actually a little challenging, and Katsuki had to stop and think for a few but he was able to leave no blanks, writing out his entire thought process into the white space. When he was done, he slammed his pen down quietly and looked up with a huffed out breath…fifteen minutes left. Alright. Time for checking.
The instant the invigilators called out for them to put their pens down, Katsuki was honestly well on his way to nodding off. He grimaced, rubbing his eyes as he wished he could get away with putting his feet up on the desk. Robots came by to collect their papers, pretty sensitive ones by the way they snapped when one of the kids said they looked cute. Katsuki rolled his eyes and leant back in his chair, closing his eyes again. Time to sleep, right? Or at least rest. He’d been overworking himself recently- not overworking no he was fine- and he was feeling a little subdued- except he was feistier than ever- and seemed like his pride was now making him feel like he was dissociating, so he quickly shook his head to get the thoughts out.
No, he didn’t need to go to a psychiatric ward, his mother’s words were NOT getting to him. God, why did she say stuff like that anyway? Why was she so good at being insensitive, so good at knocking him down? Yeah so maybe Katsuki had inherited it from her but still, why?
Maybe five minutes passed with him ready to sleep, maybe less, until he felt a wary finger tap his shoulder. He sucked in a deep breath through his nostrils, eyebrows furrowing but he still didn’t open his eyes.
“What?” he snarled, and the atmosphere of the person seemed surprised.
“Hey, bro, I get why you’d be annoyed after a test like that but I’m not gonna bite or anything,” the voice laughed, even if it sounded the tiniest bit nervous, and Katsuki was a little surprised that it was another student and not an invigilator. T hen he recognised the fucking voice, and he immediately felt disgust again. It was the kid who’d been complaining about being bad at Maths. A dumbass, daring to talk to Katsuki. He hated this already.
“Can you fuck off?”
The guy was silent then, even though he hadn’t actually fucked off because Katsuki could still clearly feel his presence, so he was confused. Then he heard it. That, small, minute…snort?
“You laughing at me, clotpole?!” Katsuki yelled as he finally opened his eyes, whirling around.
“A-ah I’m sorry! I don’t mean to laugh!” the guy said quickly, raising a hand in surrender while his other that was covering his mouth slowly lowered, revealing a sweet shark-toothed grin. And, shit. Katsuki should never have looked around. No, he should’ve stayed sat there, should’ve kept his eyes closed because holy hell.
This was the cutest boy he’d probably ever seen.
He had twinkling red eyes - God those were pretty eyes - a soft round face and pointy teeth that shouldn’t make him sweeter, but somehow…fuck, everything about this guy was cute, that downy dark hair, his stocky stature, his weird clothes- Lord, Katsuki knew he was gay but that had literally only been limited to fictional characters until now and so how was he supposed to prepare himself for a real life experience in the middle of an ENTRANCE EXAM what the FUCK—
“Oh, right, I was gonna wake you up. Seemed like you’d fallen asleep there, buddy,” the guy said as he punched Katsuki’s shoulder lightly, and Katsuki slapped his fist away with probably the fastest reflexes he’d ever deployed. The guy blinked in surprise, his mouth dropping open a little before he completely lit up. “Dude! How’d you move so fast, that felt like the wind?!”
“Shut the hell up before I blow your nose off,” Katsuki finally managed to get out, his voice raspier than usual as he fired up a hand, and the boy stared at it in awe.
“Cool…”
“Why are you still here? What the hell do you want?!”
“Wait a second, were you like actually planning to sleep here?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Oh no dude you can’t do that, they’re gonna be setting out the next set of papers and you can’t be in the presence of them, it’d be like you’re cheating if you get a glimpse of them.”
Shit. The cute boy was right. Why hadn’t Katsuki factored that in? Nonetheless, he grunted as he pushed his chair back, making the boy let out a small ‘oof’ as he got up and stretched his arms up. He took a peek at the boy, before furrowing his eyebrows when he got a wide-eyed look back, his cute mouth making a perfect ‘o’. “What d’you think you’re looking at?”
“Your muscles, dude. Ooooh you’re a jerk but you seem so manly!”
“Eh? What d'ya call me?” Katsuki growled as he took a step closer to the boy, which was definitely a mistake. They stood at similar heights which was weird because he’d been sure he’d be a lot taller, and now the boy was looking at him at an even closer distance, his smile big and excitable. Katsuki was already done.
“You’re so feisty, man. You cranky from being woken up? Ah, I’d get that,” the boy frowned, suddenly looking apologetic and Katsuki wanted to scream because what did the guy even have to apologise for?! He hadn’t fucking done anything but be too cute but to be fair, that was actually really annoying. He was about to snap at him again but then an invigilator at the front of the room was calling out, “Hey, boys, you should have been out of here long ago!”
“Ah, sorry!” the guy said brightly, manifesting into a sunshine as he took hold of one of Katsuki’s fingers, and Katsuki was disgusted because holy shit, who did that unless they were under the age of five? But apparently that was completely the way the boy started dragging him outside, and Katsuki was so taken by the swish of his hair that he forgot to pick up his feet properly for a second. But, he soon composed himself. He was who he was after all.
“STOP DRAGGING ME!”
“Ah, sorry!” the boy repeated quickly and for a moment he actually looked scared, which Katsuki might not actually want. He was satisfied when the boy flashed him a smile a moment later, then they were jogging side by side to where the arrows said the school fields were. Katsuki made sure not to look at the boy, still thinking that he didn’t really look like that, and it was just the trick of the light, or Katsuki’s hazy mind making things up after being pulled out of the pre-sleep lull.
But when they had reached that plane of green and Katsuki’s eyes were wide, mind clear, some adrenaline coursing through his veins from movement; when he looked back, that boy right there with his heaving chest and pink in his cheeks was more beautiful than ever.
The guy looked at him, and Katsuki almost choked from being caught staring. But the boy didn’t catch onto it, only beaming at Katsuki which might be even worse. “You good?”
“‘Course I’m good.”
“Cool! Um…”
The boy looked around then, an unsettled look on his face. Then he was trying to smile again. “You can go to your friends now, I’ll see you-”
“Ain’t got any here.”
“Huh?”
“No-one from my school’s doing this test as far as I know. I live like half an hour away, ‘m just doing this for fun.”
The boy gawked at him, and it was the kind of cute that made Katsuki smirk. “What? For- for fun? Tell me you’re kidding. No, no, I just didn’t hear you right, what did you-”
“You heard me damn right loser, I’m never gonna go to this dumb school! I’ve got no reason to be here but I’m here anyway.”
Katsuki grinned when he finished speaking, puffing his chest a little like it was a reflex, and the boy’s jaw was definitely near the ground by now. Then he was blinking, furrowing his eyebrows as he seemed to be thinking hard, then he ‘ah!’ed when he seemed to have got it. Katsuki was genuinely disgusted by how cute he was.
“So, does that mean there’s one school that you want to go to?”
“Ah, you can figure out that much, maybe you’re not too stupid.”
“Hey!”
“Guess which school?” Katsuki asked as he shrugged his coat off and slung it over his shoulder, starting to walk. The boy immediately followed suit, tapping his chin in thought.
“Hmm…Shiketsu?”
“Do you know how bloody far away that is?”
“Well, you seem like someone who’d only want the best of the best, huh…” Then the boy was looking up, and his smile seemed kind of poignant. “So I’m guessing, UA.”
“Lucky guess,” Katsuki said gruffly, though he was secretly pleased that he came across that way. But he was wondering why the guy looked so goddamn pensive, so…sad. Was that really sadness he was seeing? Why? “Hey. What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m…applying to UA too,” the boy said, a grin on his face when he looked at Katsuki again, but those words make the guy freeze. Would Katsuki seriously be able to handle that face at his school? In his classroom? Every day? “B-But don’t look at me like that!”
“Huh?”
“I just…probably won’t get in. So that’s cool. I’m only really applying to make me feel better, I think.”
“Oh.” Katsuki couldn’t believe that was all he was able to say. Fuck him for not knowing how to be sensitive because he knew this boy needed it right now, damn it.
“But hey, it’s fine ‘cause I’ve got my hopes up for this school! It seems really cool!” There we go, sunshine was back to combat the darkness. “Yeah, so the tests seem hard like wow, that Maths one - but I’ve been studying a lot a lot a lot lately so I feel confident!”
“…that’s good. So you live around here?”
“Yeah, just a few streets away!”
“Then you’re the one who should be fucking off to your friends, idiot.”
And just like earlier, the guy was laughing again, the sound bubbling out of his throat as he seemed to kind of be trying to contain it, slapping a hand over his mouth while he doubled over a little. Katsuki glared at him, so fucking angry at how cute he was because for one thing it should be illegal and secondly, he was LAUGHING at him.
“The hell is it now?!”
“N-No I mean- I barely ever hear people swear! It’s really surprising to me,” the boy giggled, trying to look apologetic but it didn’t seem to be working. But damn, he had just been laughing because he wasn’t exposed to swears? Cute innocent little fucker-
Then his face fell so quickly, and Katsuki backed up a bit in surprise. “H-Hey-”
“Oh no I- well, my friends aren’t applying here. I go to a private school so they’re looking to go to private high schools too, but this isn’t one even if it’s amazing,” the guy said with a grin and Katsuki stared, because this might kind of be reinforcing his secret dream of marrying into rich.
“Private school? Pfft, snob.” Okay, he really need to start shutting up sometimes for fuck’s sake.
The guy only smiled, shrugging. “Hey, say what you will.”
They walked on for a few moments in silence, the noise of other candidates playing and yelling and all the annoying noises adding up to make such a racket that made Katsuki growl quietly. And then the fucking boy had to look at him, smiling in confusion and amusement. “I can hear you.”
“So bloody what?”
“You sound like an irritated dog, man! All like-” the boy stopped in his tracks and stuffed his hands into his pockets like Katsuki before stooping a little and baring his teeth, snarling way louder than Katsuki was. And Katsuki stared at him for too long before realising with a start that he was fucking blushing.
“Shut the fuck up, loser!” Katsuki snapped, raising an arm quickly to cover his face and the boy snickered in satisfaction, standing up straight again as he poked Katsuki’s arm.
He knew it was just a poke but Katsuki felt like he’d been shot.
“So what do-”
The boy was cut off when they were all being called back in, and Katsuki grunted as he whirled around and stalked back off in the direction they came. He heard the boy rushing after him, calling out a, “HEY!” which was damn clingy.
(It made Katsuki feel the tiniest bit ecstatic.)
They were back walking side by side soon enough, and Katsuki heard, “Hey, do you remember what we have next?”
“Verbal. Easy shit.”
“Oh, oh, I kinda like Verbal too,” the boy said brightly, stretching his arms out in front of him. “It’s so much easier than Maths for one and I-”
“Get in fucking line.”
“Oh! Right!” Then the guy was spinning around and shooting Katsuki with finger guns, beaming. “I’ll see you later, bro, good luck!”
“Not your bro,” Katsuki snarled as the guy dashed off, and Katsuki ran a hand down his face. Thank God that was over. Or maybe he was sad about it. He didn’t fucking know.
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second
He finished the test half an hour early and he sat there, balancing his pencil on his head which was going pretty well. Without really being able to help it, his eyes darted about and soon enough, he caught sight of a dark-haired cutie with his hand tugging on said dark hair, mouth curved in slight discomfort. Katsuki tilted his head to the side, noting the guy’s pen tapping repeatedly against the paper, clearly not writing anything. Didn’t he say he liked Verbal? Why was he finding it so difficult? Then Katsuki blinked when the boy suddenly straightened up, completely lighting up as a grin crossed his face and he was scribbling on his sheet. Well, that sure gave Katsuki whiplash and heartburn, and if he had heart eyes then no-one would know.
He quickly averted his eyes back to his paper when the boy looked up and around, as if to sheepishly check if anyone saw his eureka moment. Katsuki’s pencil fell from his head to the floor, and he seized up when he saw way too many people look at him. Katsuki pivoted his best stink-eyed glare, and eyes were no longer on him. Well, except for two new ones. From four rows across, he caught those red eyes, and he got a little toothy smile back as the boy gave him a ‘you okay?’ thumbs up. Katsuki swallowed, his heart doing something that it definitely shouldn’t before he was yelping at an invigilator who was suddenly crouching by his desk.
“Don’t worry, just getting your pencil,” she whispered, nodding as she rested it on his desk. Katsuki really couldn’t do anything but stare until she eventually left, and now the boy was giving him the cutest apologetic smile in the universe. Holy hell, when this was over, Katsuki was so going to throw his pencil at his dumb sweet head.
He stalked out almost the instant permission was given, a stark contrast from before, and honestly his plan was to sleep in some bushes and pray cute shark boy didn’t find him because he didn’t need that in his life godfuckingdamnit-
“Hey, hey, wait up!”
Oh come on. Katsuki hadn't even brought his pencil.
Katsuki growled but stopped moving, and shark boy was sliding in next to him with another massive grin because fuck him. “Remember me?”
“You got a damn screw loose?”
“You were so funny when the examiner came,” the guy giggled, making Katsuki narrow his eyes until he heard, “I’m really sorry, you wouldn’t have freaked out if I hadn’t taken your attention! I shouldn’t have even been interacting with you in a test…I’m sorry…”
“Why.”
“Huh? Because I was-”
“No, I’m saying why,” Katsuki growled before reaching out for the boy’s dumb dumb DUMB head and squeezing it as hard as he could, feeling even more fuelled when the guy started gasping out and laughing all at the same time, “are you so fucking CUTE.”
“W-What?” the guy said, laughter stilling as he rested his hands over Katsuki’s and looked up in confused awe. “You think I’m…what?”
Katsuki might be a stickler when it came to emotions but he believed whole-heartedly in honesty being the best policy, and this was screwing with his head so much that he just had to say something about it. So he pulled the guy’s face closer, squinting at him.
“You heard what I said.”
The boy gulped, turning so red as his pupils shook, like they weren’t sure where to look. Then suddenly he was resting a hand on Katsuki’s chest and pushing him away a little, blurting out, “What’s your name?”
“Huh? Why d'you wanna know?”
“B-Because! I can tell you mine, I’m Kirishima Eijirou-”
“I don’t call people by their names,” Katsuki said boredly, letting go of, Kirishima was it?, as he started manoeuvring back outside. Didn’t seem like Kirishima was done as he plodded right by Katsuki, seemingly determined.
“You don’t? Then what do you call them?”
“Anything else. Why’d I learn the names of extras who are literally of no value to me?”
And once again, that hearty laugh was reaching his ears.
“Man, y-you…I’ve never met someone like you.”
“Damn straight! You think I’m anything but original?!”
“You know what, I really really don’t.”
“Well…good,” Katsuki said a little lamely, and he cursed himself in his mind.
They found themselves in a clearing soon near the edge of the field, near two trees and Kirishima jolted when Katsuki was suddenly dropping to the ground, stretching out his arms before lying back on the ground, arms behind his head.
He closed his eyes, but he could still feel Kirishima’s presence which got closer as the guy crouched down next to him, hovering over him a little. “Please tell me your name?”
“You don’t fucking need it,” Katsuki said bluntly, and the aura of confusion suffocated him.
“Why not?”
“‘Cause we’re never gonna see each other again.”
He half-wanted Kirishima to fight back on him about that. He half-wanted Kirishima to yell at him, to say, “I WILL GET INTO UA!” with that determined look of his, but instead he got a small, slightly forced laugh and a resigned, “Right.”
Ugh. Maybe I messed up again.
“But,” Kirishima then started, his voice sounding a little more genuine, “that means, we’re different. We’ll be magical friends for five hours, so it’ll be special compared to normal friendships! Hell, you can even call me by my given name, man!”
Oh fuck. ‘Magical friends’, did he say? Who…who made this guy? Who poured an entire river of sugar into his components while putting him together?
“I said I’m not calling you-”
“That’s fine, I just wanna know yours.”
Then Katsuki was seizing up when the guy was suddenly taking hold of his hand with both of his, holding it tight. He slowly, robotically turned his head to the side only to see Kirishima leaning towards him with the best fucking puppy dog eyes the world had to offer. It was even better than actual dogs’. Holy shit.
“You’re abusing what I said!” Katsuki exploded, tearing his hand away and the guy smiled, looking shy and mischievous all at once.
“Weeeeell, now that I know it’s what you think, why wouldn’t I?”
Oh. That was kinda hot. No, WHAT-
“Bakugou Katsuki,” Katsuki muttered gruffly, turning onto his side though his heart genuinely stopped when he heard a sweet, “Katsuki!”
“…yeah, whatever.”
“HUZZAH, GIVEN NAMES!”
“Why’re you so damn loud?!”
“That’s so rich coming from you-”
“I will blast you off this universe.”
Katsuki hoped that’d be the end of it, but then hands were pressing into his side as Eijirou leaned over him and said in wonder, “Could you really do that?”
“Uh yeah now get the fuck off-”
“Show me!”
“You know that’s literally your death wish but okay if you insi-”
“NO don’t blast me into space but…hm…blast this boulder!” Eijirou pointed at the boulder to the side of them, and Katsuki was already warming up his hands as he sat up.
“Whatever you say, cutie.”
“Nooo, you’re making me sound like a fanboy,” Eijirou groaned through giggles. Katsuki shrugged before blowing Eijirou a kiss and he smirked when Eijirou covered his face, then without looking he pointed his hand at the boulder and sent off an explosion - or, he would have, if he didn’t think.
“Wait, I’m not gonna do it.”
Eijirou peeked through his fingers, eyebrows knitted. “Huh?”
“Everyone’ll go apeshit if they hear an explosion.”
Eijirou’s face and hands fell. “Oh…yeah, you’re right man…”
Katsuki sighed, gesturing for him to get closer. “Why d’you sound so damn disappointed?”
“I was just excited for you to show off and be amazing,” Eijirou laughed, shuffling towards him, and Katsuki looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Who ever got excited about someone else getting to show off?
“Do you like sparklers?”
“‘Course!”
“Then I can give you that.”
Katsuki looked at his hand and sparked it up, focusing on secreting sweat that he could pop along his hand, transferring the energy to get as kinetic as possible across only a small surface area before it was sparking upwards, illuminating their faces brightly.. Eijirou’s mouth was an ‘o’, his cheeks pink and eyes sparkling in wonder and…fuck, Katsuki wanted to kiss him. He really, really wanted to-
Then Eijirou was turning to look at him, mouth open to say something before he saw how close Katsuki was, and his face flared completely red. Katsuki cursed, quickly moving back as he closed his hand into a fist. “Th-That good enough, dumbass?”
“Yeah…it was- it was awesome,” Eijirou muttered, his awe breaking through his bashfulness. “What- what do you call it?”
“Explosions.”
“Straightforward.”
“What ‘bout you?”
“Oh…nothing cool,” the guy shrugged and Katsuki rolled his eyes, stretching his legs out as he rested his hands behind him.
“Stop being edgy and insecure. If you don’t like it, don’t talk about it. We’re ‘magical friends’ remember, we don’t need to be upset round each other.”
So it wasn’t the best thing he could have said, but it was still something he would have actually never said, not when he thought about it. And it seemed more than enough from the way Eijirou’s arms were suddenly wrapping around his waist from the side, hugging him tight. And fuck Katsuki if he wasn’t touch-starved, if he wasn’t sure he was physically able to get Eijirou off of him because he was so warm in this damn February climate.
No-one ever hugged him. Even his dad stopped after he turned seven and became the biggest brat in the world.
“Magical friends also hug,” Eijirou beamed, and Katsuki stayed quiet, scrunching his face up slightly as he slowly reached out and patted Eijirou’s head. “That’s okay, right?”
“…mm.”
Eijirou was laughing at him again but this time, Katsuki didn’t feel an ounce of anger. But t hat anger definitely came back to him when he heard a call, and Eijirou was immediately retracting his arms and sighing. “What is it now?”
“Non-verbal.”
“Really?!”
“You like that?”
“Hell yeah! Patterns and shapes sometimes feel like the only things that make sense to me.”
Yeah. This guy definitely wasn’t gonna get into UA with this kind of attitude and intelligence. The thought did ache, a tiny bit, but Katsuki didn’t know what he’d even do if he saw Eijirou again after today. It'd be more than good if that never happened.
“Come on.”
“Alright, my man!”
“‘Your man’?” Katsuki asked with a raised eyebrow. Eijirou nodded with unfazed dismissal; then he froze, his hands slamming into fists and face growing mortified.
“NOT LIKE THAT!”
Katsuki smirked, and Eijirou instantly burned pink. “Mhm.”
“REALLY I DIDN’T-”
“Shut up already,” Katsuki snickered as he hooked his arm around Eijirou’s neck, tugging him forward, with Eijirou fiercely trying to cover his red face with an arm. Katsuki watched him from the side with a grin, swatting at the arm. “Come on loser, we’ll be late if I keep having to drag you-”
“Must be so darn obvious how into guys I am,” Eijirou mumbled, hands squishing his face in an attempt to calm it down. Katsuki wrinkled his nose at that.
“Uh, so? Must be the same for me. Called you cute, didn’t I?”
“But you must’ve only done that because you knew I-”
“Nah honest, I’m real fucking gay,” Katsuki said bluntly, dragging Eijirou full on by now because they were really gonna miss the bloody test at this rate. “Not usually towards real people though, they're normally nowhere near good enough.”
“R…Really?”
His voice sounded so soft, low and surprised that it fucking clung to Katsuki’s heart and he inwardly groaned, making sure they were actually at the lining up area before he grabbed Eijirou’s wrist and faced him, watching the boy’s eyes grow wide.
“Are you one of those bastards with internalised-homophobia?”
“No, no!” Eijirou said quickly before he paused, scratching his cheek. “Well, I don’t think so…I’ve just…never met anyone who’s okay with it yet and the fact that you could see it so easi-”
“The only reason I could see it was 'cause I flirted n’ you responded. Simple shit,” Katsuki said flatly. “Saw what I wanted and went for it. I didn’t know if you’d act like you did or say something like ‘EWW YOU FAG’ except then you’d definitely be dead by now so there’s that.”
Apparently, that really was the right thing to say. Eijirou’s face was brushed a softer pink now as his lips twisted into a small smile, as if he was a little scared about smiling too big but he still radiated the same kind of sunshine energy nonetheless.
Ah. Ah. Katsuki wanted to kiss him so, fucking, bad.
“Now get into fucking line, loser, and ace your beloved non-verbal or I’ll hunt you down in your dreams.”
“I think you’d be in my dreams even if I did well,” Eijirou laughed and fuck, FUCK, Katsuki’s heart- palpitations-
Eijirou was hurrying off then, and Katsuki grimaced at the ground as he slinked over to his spot in line.
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third
Katsuki found himself doodling on the exam when he was done, lightly, in pencil so he could rub it out after. He drew little stick people hanging from the letters and shapes, and of course they were battling each other to the death. Though sometimes they weren’t, sometimes they were chilling on the slope of a trapezium, sometimes they were wandering around the edge of a circle and before he’d even realised, he was drawing little sharks, little hearts, eyes that he was going to scribble red into but once he was reaching for his red pen, he froze. And crazily rubbed out his sheet so hard that the page almost ripped.
He grimaced, throwing his rubber down hard onto the ground and blatantly ignore the looks he got as he clutched his head. Fucking feelings. They were starting to make him feel a little ill, that couldn’t be normal, right? Or maybe that was still him being tired...
This time an invigilator didn’t come to pick up his rubber, they were all probably stink-eyeing him. Katsuki snapped his head up to glare right back, but in the corner of his own eye, he caught the red eyes he’d been trying to recreate.
Katsuki wanted to mouth at him ‘stop looking at me moron you’re doing an exam’ but that’d be too suspicious, and the dumbass probably wouldn’t understand him. So he casually flicked his eyes over, and he didn’t mean for them to soften when he saw Eijirou’s toothy smile. His hand on his cheek was outstretched in a cute permanent wave, and his eyes were begging the question ‘what got you so worked up?’.
Seriously? Had the guy been watching him or some shit? Why?!
(Katsuki was secretly ticking with happiness but no-one would know that.)
When time was up, Katsuki was rubbing his head, still a little out of it and in the middle of a particularly gripping doodle where a stick man hanging off of a letter O was sword-fighting a stick pirate atop a square, her bandana floating behind her. Badass.
He managed to snap out of it before an invigilator came by to collect the papers and he roughly shoved it closed, pushing it towards her. He got a smile that he narrowed his eyes at, then he crossed his arms and leant back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment...and before he knew it, gentle hands were on his shoulders as if wishing not to surprise him too much, but the voice was way too loud as it yelled, “Katsuki, how d’you find it?!”
“Why the fuck are you so happy?” Katsuki grumbled, waving a hand in the air in a weak means to get him off but the hands turned into entire arms going around his neck, with Eijirou leaning forward so their heads were more level. Fucking cutie. If Katsuki had a dollar for every time he'd thought that by now...
“It went awesome. I finished early, dude! Early!”
“You never finish early or somethin’?” Katsuki snorted, though he was blinking in surprise when Eijirou genuinely shook his head.
“Not really. Don’t know if you’ve realised yet but I’m not good at this stuff, man!”
“…then you just gotta work for it.”
“Hey, do you not think that’s what I’m doing?!” Eijirou argued, tapping Katsuki’s head with Katsuki’s own pencil, making him raise an eyebrow. “I really really try to try my best!”
“Then stop saying stuff like ‘I’m not good’.”
“But-”
“The first step to doing well is positivity when it comes to what you’re doing, and you’re really not helping yourself out how you are now. For example, I think I’m awesome, so I am awesome. And you don’t even need to think that far, just keep your ‘doing my best’ mindset and forget the ‘but I suck’ one. It’ll hold you back.”
“I have the feeling you’re annoyed at me,” Eijirou said with a sad yet awed look, and Katsuki rolled his eyes.
“‘Cause if you were anyone else I’d be having a fucking go at them, or I’d just ignore them completely. I’m not here to give anyone any fucking advice, people are supposed to fix their shit on their own, just like I’ve always done.”
“Then…I think if you can recognise things like that in other people, then you should maybe try to help. You’re actually pretty good at it.”
“Shut up, I ain’t helping any extra.”
Eijirou fell silent then. They both did.
Katsuki crossed his arms with a slightly half-hearted scowl on his face which grew deeper everytime he could feel Eijirou’s increasingly emanating sad presence, and eventually he slammed a hand on the desk and pushed himself up, taking hold of Eijirou’s hand before he marched out of the exam hall, ignoring the guy’s calls.
“I’m not that kind of person, alright?” Katsuki hissed, twisting through the corridor to get to the door leading outside and Eijirou seemed to be struggling to catch his footing. “I don’t help-”
“Katsuki, you’re gonna become a hero,” Eijirou interrupted, tugging on Katsuki’s hand. “All you’re going to do is help people.”
“That’s different.”
“Why, because you can fight bad guys too? I know you can’t just think that, all heroes want to make the world a better place-”
“I’m not talking about life and death situations right now, am I?! ’m talking about people’s shitty personalities ‘n mindsets, not their lives hanging in the balance.”
“But with me-”
“Yeah but I like you. And I don’t like other people, they all fucking suck, so hard, end of.”
He wondered what Eijirou’s reason was for not replying this time. Maybe he was forming another argument, maybe he was sick of Katsuki’s bullshit because he sounded immature and repetitive, whatever. But how else could he say it? People really just weren’t good enough. Not for him. Besides, he didn’t know what it meant to let people in since he’d never wanted to try. What about all those stories about someone completely losing their will to live, to prosper just because of one person?
Breaking his heart definitely sounded worse to Katsuki than breaking his bones.
“Look, I don’t have time for people if I’m gonna be the number one hero. I don’t have time for people weakening me and holding me back, no matter if it brings ‘happiness’ or some bullshit. I’m happy beating people up and getting fucking justice.”
“Alright, alright. I won’t press you,” Eijirou said quietly, and Katsuki felt sort of like he’d messed up beyond repair now until he felt Eijirou’s fingers fold over his, squeezing. “As long as you have time for me today, that’ll settle me.”
“Well…that I can do…”
Katsuki’d never been more relieved or in love when that laugh reached his ears again. Eijirou really had to be some kind of magic.
Now he’d only say things that weren’t quite so poisonous nor screamed ‘I’M A BLATANT JERK’, just for a few more hours or however long there was left because he really really didn’t want to think about a face like Eijirou’s looking at him in disappointment.
“It’s just strange, ‘cause I think I’m the exact opposite as you,” Eijirou was saying, and Katsuki quickly tuned back in as the guy hopped over to be next to him, gently letting go of his hand probably because of the other kids. Katsuki looked down, shoving his hands into his pockets with a small scowl. “I really like people, more often than not. I think they’re so cool, unique, so much life in them, I can’t imagine not wanting to protect people who want to live, people who deserve to. It’s where the hero idea came in.”
“Well you’re just some bloody angel, aren’t you?”
“I’m not trying to preach! It’s just…you know, people are…there’s this one girl at my school, she’s amazing,” Eijirou sighed, and Katsuki looked at him. “She can sort out all kinds of problems just like that, without any violence! Everyone loves her, ‘cause she’s outgoing and cool-”
“Stop talking about a girl in front of me,” Katsuki snarled through gritted teeth, grabbing Eijirou’s hand again and the latter let out a half-laugh, half-gasp.
“Dude, you know I’m gay!”
“Yeah 'course I fucking know, just- you’re supposed to be mine right now! Besides, this girl might be cool but Jesus Christ, can you not admire someone without putting yourself down? Can you not do anything without putting yourself down?!”
Eijirou’s wary silence was answer enough and Katsuki growled as he clenched his hands into fists. “Ugh, you make me so, fucking, ANGRY-”
Katsuki was yelling so loud as he punched a hole into the ground, sparks floating off so calmly after such an explosion that reverberated hard even though Katsuki had cushioned it, travelling through the air.
Finally realising what he'd done, there were shocked gasps everywhere but Katsuki could only hear Eijirou’s one.
“Fuck- come on!” Katsuki roared as he grabbed Eijirou’s arm and started running, straight to the edge of the fields near the trees, and Eijirou was yelling way too much behind him. “Shut up, loser!”
“YOU’RE DRAGGING ME!”
“AND?! STOP COMPLAINING AND JUST-”
“KATSUKI, STOP!” Eijirou yelled, trying to pull Katsuki back but all that managed to do was make him trip and lose his footing, and all of a sudden they were tumbling over a bush, with Katsuki rasping out all kinds of curses while Eijirou’s arms slapped around him in surprise.
“You’re such a fucking IDIOT!” Katsuki roared as he hissed in pain when a rock dug into his back, and he tried to slow them down but Eijirou and his flailing limbs was really the only reason why they were still rolling. “Fucking- calm DOWN what the fuck-“
“I CAN’T, and this kind of feels good, ‘cause I’m mad at you!” Eijirou yelled right in his face as he shoved Katsuki’s shoulders, rolling them again, and Katsuki bristled like a porcupine.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!”
“Why do you need to keep pointing out my insecurities? How can you say you like me and no-one else, when you can clearly tell how flawed I am? Why do you keep- keep giving me false hope, for no reason, when you don't need to?! Why…”
Katsuki was staring up in horror when they finally came to a stop, hidden in bushes and trees, because his boy was driving him down into the ground and it hurt, but not as much as those tears in his eyes. He couldn’t say anything, so he didn’t. He just reached his hands out, waiting a second until Eijirou let out a small raspy sob, and Katsuki squished his face (a little roughly but he was trying), wiping away the few tears that were slipping out.
“Cry if you want,” Katsuki said quietly, because lord knows how much he did it himself. “Crying is good.”
Eijirou sniffled, moving away to roughly wipe his nose with his sleeve before he was collapsing into Katsuki’s touch again, and then just collapsing against him completely.
“So…you have…problems. And…I’m sorry. If I was…insensitive or whatever.”
Eijirou the angel was really laughing through that pain of his and Katsuki stuffed his face into the guy’s shoulder, arms locking around his waist.
“You ever apologised before?”
“Shut up…”
“Nah.” Eijirou moved his head back, his sweet smile on as he looked down at Katsuki. “I’m the one who’s sorry anyway. I didn’t mean to explode like that it’s just - you really know how to find my sore points, I think. But I can’t really get mad at you. You’re just trying to help.”
“Ah,” Katsuki said, slightly uncomfortable. “That’s how you apologise?”
Eijirou snickered as his arms wound around Katsuki’s shoulders, and Katsuki hoped he didn’t catch him giving the fondest look he’d ever give anyone because damn it, Eijirou was gorgeous inside and out and Katsuki was weak for it. So maybe he had insecurity and shit that Katsuki didn’t understand but just one look at him and anyone could see he was destined to overcome it. Positivity really did get you a long way, and if Eijirou had buckets of it for other things like it seemed, he’d have it for himself too. Eventually.
“Kat?”
“You’re not allowed to call me cute nicknames,” Katsuki mumbled, absently tucking Eijirou’s hair behind his ear as the latter grinned at him bashfully. The hair just fell back down an instant later so there had been absolutely no point, but Katsuki’d still loved doing it.
“Then stop being boyfriend material.”
“I find it really rude how many times you’ve tried to kill me today, and you’re still going?”
“Do you really find me that attractive?” Eijirou asked in wonder, before yowling when Katsuki chopped his head.
“Who fucking asks that kind of question?!”
“I’m just curious! I mean, I think you’re…you’re…” Eijirou descended into embarrassment way too fast, sinking his head down onto Katsuki’s chest and the latter rolled his eyes, petting Eijirou’s head.
“And have I not even made it clear enough already?” Katsuki muttered more to himself than anything as he looked at the sky, and Eijirou clutched him tighter. “Hey. I know the way I say it probably isn’t what you’re used to-”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Shut up, I know, but just take my advice anyway.”
“Never said I wasn’t going to.”
“That’s my boy.”
“Y-Your boy, huh,” Eijirou said a little shakily as he lifted his head, resting his chin on Katsuki’s chest, biting his lip, doing about a million things that drove Katsuki crazy. And Katsuki didn’t think himself polite enough to ask. He had just figured he’d kiss Eijirou the second before they parted ways when the test was over then he’d go home an absolute boss.
And he was right. He wasn’t going to ask. He knew, somewhere in the recesses of his mind that had locked away morals gathering cobwebs that he should, but when he clasped Eijirou’s hair and moved his head forward, he thought it would be okay because Eijirou might want it too.
And ding ding he was right yet again because his fucking boy grabbed Katsuki’s face in the next second and pressed their lips together himself. And holy hell. Holy. Hell. All Katsuki could think of was soft, angel, sweet as he closed his eyes, arms around Eijirou’s waist winding tighter.
They broke apart so much earlier than Katsuki wanted to, but he was so blissful that he didn’t even complain. He just dizzily watched Eijirou yelping as he sat up, trembling fingers touching his lips. “Ah- a-ah, that- that was my first kiss.”
“You hadn’t had your first kiss, you some kinda loser?!” Katsuki jeered before he looked away. “Yeah, it was mine too. Can’t believe it was with some prick who tried to kill me.”
“I think you could’ve killed me too with your explosion,” Eijirou pointed out, beaming as his forehead met Katsuki’s. “That was really really cool by the way. Even if it was out of a fit of rage. What even made you do that?”
“You being an insecure little bitch.”
“KATSUKI.”
“What? ’S true.”
“I can’t believe I kissed you.”
“That makes two of us,” Katsuki said, not really able to reel in all of his dreaminess, and Eijirou was furrowing his eyebrows before yelping when Katsuki threw Eijirou off him as fast as lightning, pinning him down while snarling, “More.”
“Feel like if I kiss you now I’ll get rabies,” Eijirou disagreed in distaste as he pushed Katsuki’s face away, before snatching his hands back when Katsuki kissed them. “THE HELL- DON’T DO THAT!”
“You made me this way.”
“You dramatic little-”
Katsuki leant down and kissed him again, softly, and he sure felt like he won that by the way Eijirou melted in an instant. Eijirou’s eyes were soft when they pulled apart, face brushed pink as his pretty gaze was one Katsuki was going to carve into his memory even if it killed him. “I hate you.”
Katsuki thought to himself that he’d let Eijirou win next time if it would get him a smile.
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last
He was fucking HYPED when it got to the Japanese exam. He'd asked for a good luck kiss and Eijirou had turned so red, screeching, “I’M THE ONE WHO NEEDS IT MORE THAN YOU” which could only result in Katsuki kissing his cheek instead and then even more red. So much red. How the fuck had Eijirou not fainted by now.
The Japanese test was awesome. First part was grammar and essay-writing, the latter making one choose from one of five topics. Katsuki chose the languages one because it seemed most interesting, and he just wrote a ton of drivel about what it was like learning French and English when they were so dastardly different from Japanese, and how he found it fucking unfair how the whole world had to feel the need to know English, blah blah blah. He was good at that shit so he swept it aside in minutes.
The second part was the best, though. More liberal, surprisingly so; it was to write a story of roughly 500 words or less, or a poem. Katsuki guessed the school was trying to see just what their purest form of creativity was like with barely any guidance.
Like the secretly aesthetic bastard he was, he thought it might be cool to link his essay and creative writing pieces. The invigilators would think him so sophisticated, like they fucking should. Hell, it didn’t say anywhere that he had to only write in Japanese, that he couldn’t incorporate French anywhere. Except the instant he thought that, the only thing that filled his head was French being the commonly known love language.
And of course his mind then immediately went somewhere else.
But it wasn’t the kisses, the softness, the sweetness that he first thought off - instead it was Eijirou pinning him down, tears in his eyes as he yelled. Katsuki’s heart squeezed as he realised, he was glad he wouldn’t ever see Eijirou again. Really glad. Because he knew, he’d end up breaking him otherwise. He’d end up being the thing he was trying to avoid himself, and it was okay to practise what he preached.
So with those thoughts in mind, he circled poem which he didn’t really need to do but he was meticulous even while he brooded, and started writing. He’d never even written a poem before, but he was ready to be cheesy and emo and potentially fuck up his possibilities to get into this school, just for a guy he’d never see again.
Wasn’t that what love at first sight was like?
La douleur exquise
I'm writing you a poem.
Even though I'm not good at them,
I think I'm trying my best.
So you're not worthy of my ostents
but maybe an alternate me,
One who can speak of the world in free
like it's belittled compared to you,
Master the art of tongues like so many others do.
Yet my mind doesn't let me think, like an unspoken rule,
It's a curse I could say, as qui n'avance pas récule,
Perhaps this is telling me something I should know because trying my best is all that suffices,
And who can't falter when describing something priceless?
And that was all his tired mind would do.
Katsuki wondered if he should allow the invigilators some breath by giving translations, and he decided to leave the title be but scribble below as a footnote: 'qui n’avance pas, recule - those who don’t move forwards go backwards'. And then that was it. He was done.
Sweet shark-toothed smiles filled his mind for what he thought (but wouldn’t be) perhaps the last time, and he left that exam hall with poignant warmth in his heart, his pens and instruments in his pockets as he walked out with a soft smile on his face that he wouldn’t let anyone see.
This time they were led out by some invigilators, who turned to them once they were outside and said, “Those taking the Hero Studies exam will be having another break here for twenty minutes before said exam, but those who are not are free to leave. Well done, I hope you’re proud of yourselves, and good luck for your results.”
Katsuki was shrugging his coat back on, blatantly ignoring how the invigilator’s ending comment was for some reason making him feel sad. Gross.
He hadn’t fully got his left sleeve on when someone was pouncing on him, grabby hands gripping his arm. “There you are, you- oh, are you cold?”
“No,” Katsuki said, turning around to face Eijirou. “I’m leaving.”
Eijirou’s eyes grew wide, and he didn’t say anything straight away, which was fine. Katsuki just kept looking at him, eyes flicking over his face, trying to memorise it a little more, but just when he got to the nose, Eijirou blurted out, “No, you’re not.”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Yeah I am.”
“Don’t be an idiot, there’s still the Hero Studies exam!”
“Dude, I’m not doing the Hero Studies exam.”
Eijirou was speechless yet again, mouth open with no words coming out, and Katsuki reached out to close it until Eijirou’s hands were slamming onto his shoulders.
“W-What the hell are you talking about? You’re gonna be a hero, right? Of course you’re doing the hero exam, you’re gonna-”
“Yeah but I already told you I ain’t going to this school so I applied for the General Education course so I know they’ll be shitting their pants when they see me be the top student of UA on the Hero Course,” Katsuki explained with a smirk. “Besides, I’m like…tired as horseshit. Ain’t gonna do another test that I don’t even gotta…do…”
Katsuki was trailing off as he registered Eijirou’s scrunched up face, felt the way Eijirou’s hands were bunching up his shirt tightly, almost...angrily. Katsuki frowned, opening his mouth again only to freeze when Eijirou slammed a fist against his collarbone.
“We were supposed to have twenty minutes,” Eijirou growled, voice low but upset as he didn’t even look at Katsuki, just down at the floor. “Twenty more minutes, then after the last exam we’d have a heartfelt goodbye and we’d both leave in opposite directions and it would be MEANINGFUL-”
“You,” Katsuki said softly, reaching out to tip Eijirou’s head up by his chin, forcing the guy to look at him, “have seen way too many cliché romance stories.”
Eijirou squeezed his eyes shut, crashing his hands against the side of his head as he yelled out a frustrated “UGH” before trying to take a step back but Katsuki didn’t let him get away, taking a step forward himself. “Hey. ‘m sorry. Should’ve told you.”
“Yeah, maybe you should’ve.”
“We can have your dumb heartfelt goodbye now, you know.”
“It’s- no, it’s…too early.”
Katsuki might stay, if he didn’t know that his parents were expecting him since they knew what time the test ended. So he sighed.
“Then if you’re not gonna do it, let me. You better fucking prosper. You better get off your low horse onto the highest one ever so I’mma see you in the future with me on those hero charts and I’ll think, I fucking fell so hard for that boy once and now everyone else will too.”
“Damn it,” Eijirou muttered in a cracked voice, crossing his arms to hide how moved he was and it really didn't work. “I will. I promise. I’m gonna try so hard.”
“Yeah, that’s my fucking boy.”
"Y-You swear way too much."
Katsuki grinned, reaching out a hand, but before he knew it Eijirou was reaching out to wrap his arms around Katsuki’s shoulders and kiss him, hard. Katsuki really shivered or some shit, his own arms gathering Eijirou up and closer. He was humming contentedly when Eijirou pulled away, their noses brushing, and he only cracked his eyes open when Eijirou’s hands touched his face.
“I’ve been thinking this whole time that I just really want to see you smile,” Eijirou murmured, watching Katsuki in sad amazement. “Not just smirk or anything else, and I knew you’d look this beautiful.”
“Don’t ever call me beautiful again, shithead.”
“Not planning on it.”
Katsuki pecked his lips again, just to be selfish.
“You’re gonna get into UA," Eijirou was saying as Katsuki nuzzled his cheek, not really able to stop. "And you’re gonna shine so bright. UA’s gonna make you just like you’re gonna make UA, and everyone will know your name, which just means you’ll haunt me everywhere I go but I don’t care because you deserve it. Man…UA’s gonna do you so much good. You’re gonna grow and be this superstar who won’t even give me a second look,” Eijirou laughed, and Katsuki growled at that. He was only half-placated by Eijirou’s eyes settling on him again, lips smiling at him toothily. “But I’ll remember when you did.”
“That’s more fucking like it.”
“I’ll tell all the interviewers you were head over heels for me.”
“Tell them 'bout the time I wrote you a love poem in a Japanese entrance exam.”
Eijirou jaw dropped. “You DIDN’T.”
“‘Course I fucking didn’t,” Katsuki lied (mostly to save face that he didn't even have after all these blatant displays of affection he was initiating), and Eijirou let out a fierce exhale of relief.
“Kat.”
“Mm.”
“Don’t forget me.”
“You fuckin- you only got one braincell in there or something?”
“Yes, definitely, but- I want you to remember the guy you liked, okay? I want you to remember you liked someone, and if you could do it once, you can do it again. I promise you, it’s not an awful thing to let people in, to help them because they’ll help you back.”
Katsuki didn’t want to admit that he might accept that advice. It was true after all, but all he was thinking about was how different this was. Letting someone in for a matter of hours was so different to letting someone in for the matter of his life. He didn’t think he could do it.
He wasn’t even sure if Eijirou would be worth something like that.
Then Eijirou’s hands were stroking his face and fuck, okay, he might be.
“Don’t you need to go?” Eijirou asked him quietly, and Katsuki nodded in just a slightly miserable way that had Eijirou laughing at him yet again, but Katsuki was so far past getting mad about it because now he could see being laughed at didn’t always mean bad. Here, it meant harmless fun.
“Bye.”
“Goodbye, Katsuki.”
Katsuki grabbed Eijirou’s face very far from delicately just to gently kiss his forehead, and then he was walking away, not another word. He knew Eijirou would be waving at his back, but he didn’t turn around even once. He just left through the gates, and made his way to the train station so he could sit down, plug in some earphones, wait for a train that wasn’t for ten minutes, and smile himself silly at his lap. No-one would see his small fist-pump, or the way he looked so dreamy as he tried to recall all the memories he wanted to save: Eijirou’s teeth, his eyes, his smile, his voice, his laugh, his touch, his hugs, his kisses, his words.
‘Cause Katsuki’d really fucking gone and fallen in love in a few hours and, he was fine with it. Maybe because he wouldn’t see him again anytime soon, but more because it actually proved that he wasn’t fucking broken, and there might be some people in the world who actually deserved his attention.
Fuck me, Katsuki thought blissfully as he rested in his seat in the almost empty train carriage. I scored a bloody 10 at fifteen. I’m the fucking man.
He wondered if Eijirou would ever tell anyone about him. If he’d go back home and tell his parents and friends about the hot cool guy who was a really good kisser (so they hadn’t had any open-mouthed kisses but fuck off) and treated him like a prince (or Katsuki likes to think he TRIED) and given him advice for a lifetime (hopefully leaving out how Katsuki said it like he had anger issues) - and Katsuki realised with a slight grimace that Eijirou might find it hard to recount it after all. But that was fine. Like, hell, them being a secret was romantic as fuck and if that was what Eijirou wanted, Katsuki wouldn’t deny him anything, ever.
Ah. Wait. This was supposed to be the time he had to start letting go of him.
Eh. Later, Katsuki thought as he closed his eyes and turned his head, breathing out softly. He was tired as fuck, and he was allowed to have love luxury for now.