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"And you're sure you boys have everything you need?" Inko fretted, flitting about their tiny dorm room and checking all the nooks and crannies.
But it was tiny. There were like two nooks and maybe one cranny. Tops.
"We're sure, mom," Izuku replied, warm and affectionate. He was really gonna miss her.
"You can always call us if you need anything," Mitsuki assured him. Then she turned to her son. "You too, brat."
"Don't need shit from you, hag!" Katsuki snapped. "Just get out of our hair already."
"Be nice, Kacchan," Izuku scolded.
"Fuck no!"
"We're not gonna see them for four whole months!" he cried. Then, to Katsuki's unfettered horror, he started tearing up. "I'm really gonna miss them!"
"Okay! Fine! Just stop crying!" Katsuki barked, throwing an arm over the smaller boy's shoulders. Izuku turned his face into Katsuki's chest and cried a little harder. Katsuki sighed, looking to the parents for help. They just grinned at him. "Stop crying, baby. Why don't we go to dinner with them before they head out?" he offered quietly, dropping a kiss to the top of his head.
Izuku stilled in Katsuki's arms, sniffling. Then he pulled back and looked up at his boyfriend with wide, pleading eyes. "Do you think we have time? It's getting kinda late."
Katsuki rolled his eyes. Izuku might be a sap, but he was also a master manipulator when it came to getting him to do what he wanted. And Katsuki was a complete fucking sucker for it every goddamn time.
Hie sighed again. "Yeah, nerd. We have time. Gotta change my shirt since you super-soaked it though."
"Ah! Sorry!" Izuku jumped back.
Katsuki missed his warmth as soon as it was gone. But he had to get changed if they wanted to get dinner and get to bed on time.
To be honest, he'd miss their parents too.
More Inko than his own parents. His mom was nuts.
But college was gonna be hard for both of them and honestly, he'd been hoping for some one-on-one time.
Their parents left the room while they got dressed. "You sure you wanna go to dinner, nerd?" Katsuki asked hesitantly. Izuku turned to look at him, eyebrow raised. "Nevermind," he huffed.
"Hey," Izuku protested, stepping back into his space. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Katsuki assured him. Izuku remained skeptical, so he leaned down to kiss the frown away. "I'm fine. Promise."
Izuku frowned, but it was glassier and more spacey. Katsuki was always proud to put that look on his face. "If you're sure," he finally replied through swollen lips.
They both flinch when someone pounded at the door. "STOP SUCKING FACE, BRATS! We gotta hit the road soon!" Mitsuki bellowed through the door.
"Honey, maybe you shouldn't embarrass them," Masaru chuckled. "I'm pretty sure the whole floor can hear you."
"Fuck the floor! I'm hungry!" Mitsuki snapped. Izuku chuckled—closer to a giggle, really—and adjusted his shirt.
"We should get going," Izuku said. Katsuki rolled his eyes but held his hand out for Izuku to take.
His nerves settled when their fingers slotted together. Being attached to Deku was the best choice he'd ever made and the more connected they were, the better he felt.
They made their way into the hall, Izuku in the lead. "You two are so cute," Inko cooed when they emerged.
"Yeah, they're fuckin' adorable. Can we eat now?" Mitsuki groused.
Izuku slapped a hand over Katsuki's mouth before he could retaliate. "Of course, Auntie!"
Inko giggled, hooking her arm through Mitsuki's and pulling her forward.
"Let them be," she chided fondly. "We won't have much time to make tease them for being cute for the next few years."
"Oh please, as if we're not going to harass them over the phone every chance we get," Mitsuki snickered.
"He's going to be studying chemical engineering, honey. Let's not inspire him to make explosives," Masaru laughed.
Aside from the light-hearted teasing, they made it to the car without incident, which was far too long for the Bakugous to go without an outburst.
So, with a sly grin, Mitsuki turned in her seat.
"So. You'll be living together. Let's talk about how to stay safe when you fuck each other."
"MA!"
When they'd gotten back from dinner, they'd bid their parents goodbye. Inko and Izuku had been tearier than ever, practically drowning each other.
"We're gonna see them in like a month for the long weekend, Deku," Katsuki groaned. It would have been a lot more effective if his own parents weren't suffocating him from either side.
"We'll see you soon, call us if you need anything," Inko blubbered, patting her son's cheeks. She looked over at Katsuki, being hugged (read: strangled) by his father. "Take care of my baby, you know he's terrible at taking care of himself—"
"Mom!"
"I've got him, Auntie. Always," Katsuki promised.
"And he's got you too," Mitsuki sniffed, stepping away. Nobody commented on her watery eyes. "You're so good for him, Zuku. Make sure he doesn't work himself to death, okay?"
"Always," Izuku promised, breaking free of Inko to give Mitsuki a hug of her own.
Their parents left and Izuku waved at the taillights of their car until they were completely out of sight, Katsuki standing stoically beside him.
Then, when they were officially gone, Katsuki dragged them upstairs as fast as he could, slamming the door behind him.
Izuku smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. As much as Katsuki loved their parents, social situations were hard on him. Always. "Thanks for giving me extra time with mom," he murmured.
"It was fun. Except for the goddamn sex talk," Katsuki grumbled, nosing at Izuku's curls and brushing his lips over his hairline.
Izuku giggled. "Yeah, that was a little much. Especially since they don't really...you know—"
"Fuck like gay dudes? Yeah," Katsuki grunted, a little grossed out. "I really don't want to think about it, thanks."
"Yeah, good point," Izuku said, laughing harder. He pulled away, to Katsuki's chagrin. "Let's finish the room?"
The last step, and then they were officially moved in. Living together. Alone. Katsuki would never admit how excited he was.
They dragged Katsuki's bed from the far end of the room pushing and pulling both frames until they were sandwiched together.
They stuffed spare pillows in the space between the mattresses. They put on the king-sized sheets. They'd have to go shopping for king-sized bedding.
Then, they rearranged the nightstands and yanked the battered-looking free-standing wardrobes into place.
And then their room was done—looking more like a studio apartment than a dorm.
Izuku flopped onto the bed as soon as they were done. It was approaching 10 pm and they had an early morning. Orientation started tomorrow, and both of them were nervous.
Katsuki crawled in after him, manhandling Izuku into a clingy cuddle while he giggled. He didn't settle until Izuku's chin rested on top of his head and Katsuki's face was buried in his neck.
Then he fell silent. Izuku could tell he was anxious.
It was the way he'd periodically tense, then force himself to relax.
"What's wrong?" Izuku asked, carding his fingers through Katsuki's hair. Katsuki shook his head, so Izuku guided his head back to plant him with a long, soft kiss. "Talk to me," he whispered against his lips.
Katsuki hesitated but eventually relented. "Our schedules have never been this different before," Katsuki muttered, hiding his face in Izuku's neck again. "Ever."
Oh. Yeah, Izuku understood that.
"We'll be fine," he assured him, running his hand down his back.
Katsuki melted as Izuku petted him like a cat. It made him smile.
"Most of your free time is during my scheduled lab time," Katsuki whined, hugging Izuku tighter. "We'll barely see each other."
"We live together, Kacchan," Izuku chuckled.
"Just promise me we'll make time," he pleaded, a little embarrassed but mostly just scared. They'd already fallen apart once—he didn't want it to happen again.
"We'll make time," he promised easily. For him, he'd do anything. Spending time with him was his favorite thing to do.
"Every week?"
"Every day, if you want. Who needs a social life if I have you?" Izuku joked, squirming until they were face-to-face. He relished the blush on his boyfriend's face—dusting across the bridge of his perfect nose and blooming across his cheeks.
"Every day might be a stretch. But every week. I wanna make sure we—"
"I know," Izuku assured him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Katsuki deepened it. "We will," he promised again when they pulled apart.
Katsuki still looked anxious, but he felt more relaxed in Izuku's arms.
He cuddled in closer, and Izuku felt himself melt. "Love you," he murmured.
It was hard to be scared with his heart so full. Izuku kissed him again. And again and again, until his eyelids grew heavy.
"I love you too," he replied as Katsuki fell asleep in his grip.