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They’re twenty-one years old when it happens.
Two years out of school, two years of experience as pro heroes, but still pretty baby-faced in the grand scheme of things – even with everything they’ve been through. They just cracked the top thirty on the Hero Billboard Chart last winter, but Izuku has a feeling they’re both going to have a decent jump when the new rankings come out in a few months. Maybe not Hawks-level decent, but both he and Katsuki have more than proven their worth since graduating from U.A.
They’ve done a lot since they graduated, actually. It’s kind of been a whirlwind, with both of them throwing everything they’ve got into their burgeoning careers. Kacchan’s still determined to hit number one before him, which means Izuku’s determined not to let him.
He likes to think their competitiveness adds a little spark to their relationship, but he’s pretty sure they’d still be like this even if they hadn’t, as Katsuki likes to put it, gotten their shit together in third year and finally started dating.
Three years, going strong.
Sometimes, Izuku can’t believe this is where they’re at. Twenty-one, together, sharing an apartment.
Pro heroes battling to be the best in the country.
It’s kind of crazy. It’s insane.
“Is our life even real?”
It’s early September. Izuku’s standing in front of the stove, pretending he’s actually going to cook dinner when they both know he’s only got, like, three meals he can make and they’ve already had two of them this week. Katsuki just trudged in through the front door and he drops the duffel bag housing some of his hero gear at his feet as he shoots a somewhat baffled look in the direction of the kitchen.
“The fuck?”
“This.” Izuku uses the frying pan in his hand to gesture vaguely around them. “Sometimes I think maybe I’m actually in a coma somewhere and this is all a really elaborate dream.”
“If you’re dreaming about me getting my ass tossed up and down the Mishima shopping center, then we’ve got a problem.” Katsuki wanders over, sidling up behind Izuku and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Today was annoying.”
Izuku makes a commiserating sound. “I heard.”
“Fucking Half-and-Half,” Katsuki grumbles.
“It was a good thing he showed up, wasn’t it?”
“No.” Izuku gives him a look over his shoulder, eyebrows arched, and Katsuki scowls. “I was about to take that asshole out, I didn’t need his help. It wasn’t even his sector!”
“Mirio-senpai said that villain had some kind of fire Quirk.”
Katsuki groans and slumps against Izuku’s back. “Yeah. Kicked my explosions into overdrive and there were too many people around for me to risk anything. Todoroki ended up freezing him and I got stuck clearing civilians out of the buildings.”
“You did good, then,” Izuku murmurs. He reaches back as Katsuki buries his face in the curve of Izuku’s neck, combing his fingers through spiky blonde hair. “No casualties. Minor injuries all around.”
“I guess,” Katsuki says, voice muffled and petulant against Izuku’s skin. He lifts his head after a moment and sighs. “Had to evacuate a whole damn daycare, so that was fun.”
Izuku chuckles. “Oh no.”
“Yep. Armfuls of brats.”
“Well, now I’m gonna have to watch the news later and see if they got any footage.”
“Nope.” Katsuki somehow manages to press himself even more flush against Izuku. “No news. I got other plans.” He very pointedly grinds his hips forward and Izuku snorts.
“Really? We haven’t even eaten yet.”
Katsuki peers over Izuku’s shoulder, eyeing the clean counters and empty pots. “You said you were gonna cook dinner.”
“I said I was going to start dinner,” Izuku corrects him.
“Okay. And so far you’ve…?”
“Hey, I got the pan out.”
“Wow,” Katsuki says dryly. “Barely anything left for me to do.”
“I only got home a little before you! And I had to shower.” Izuku’s nose wrinkles a bit. “I see you didn’t bother.”
“Didn’t feel like doing it at the agency.” Katsuki finally pulls away, glancing down at his t-shirt and sweatpants. “Just gonna get sweaty again anyway.”
That draws another laugh out of Izuku. He turns so that he’s facing Katsuki and leans back against the counter. “You’re really up for it, huh?”
Katsuki spreads his hands in a sort of shrug, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “This is your pervy dream, nerd.” He steps in closer, bracing his hands against the counter on either side of Izuku and effectively boxing him in. “Fuck it, let’s just order takeout.”
“Yeah?” Izuku grins. Katsuki is barely taller than him anymore, but he still likes to act like he’s got some kind of advantage here even though they’re pretty evenly matched in every other way. Izuku tips his chin up anyway, because Kacchan likes it when he does, and the other man leans down eagerly to steal a kiss. “Okay. Takeout it is,” Izuku murmurs once he pulls away again.
“Later,” Katsuki says, and his smirk stretches wide, turning feral. He ducks and grabs Izuku around the middle, causing him to squawk in protest before he’s unceremoniously tossed over Katsuki’s shoulder and hauled off toward the bedroom.
“Kacchan!” He grabs at the back of Katsuki’s shirt, laugher bubbling out of him. “What’s gotten into you??”
Katsuki kicks the door open, uncaring of how it bangs into the wall, and proceeds to dump Izuku onto the bed. “Dunno. Endorphins or something probably.” He’s still got a wild look to him, and Izuku barely has time to scoot himself further up the mattress before Katsuki is on top of him, fingers buried in green curls as he wraps Izuku up in a hungry, bruising kiss.
They usually save this sort of thing for the weekend, or whenever they have a day off. It’s not like they never do it on a work night, but their combined goals as heroes means they’re each hyperaware of how necessary it is to be at the top of their game every day. They’ve got a healthy sex life, sure, but recovering from a long day of chasing down villains and keeping the general population safe often comes first.
So, really, this is a pleasant surprise.
Katsuki rakes his hands down Izuku’s sides, going right for his track pants and wasting no time yanking them off. Izuku uses that time to rid himself of his shirt, and he watches eagerly as Kacchan does the same thing, sculpted muscles shifting beneath smooth skin as he moves. He runs his palms over Katsuki’s sweatpants-covered thighs, tugging a little, wanting them off, and Katsuki shifts like he’s about to acquiesce when he suddenly pauses.
Izuku blinks up at him. “What’s up?” It takes Katsuki a moment to answer. He’s gone unnaturally still, just sort of staring at Izuku. “…Kacchan?”
“Actually…” He’s breathing a little more heavily than he probably should be considering they haven’t done all that much yet. Izuku eyes the rise and fall of his chest, but he doesn’t have time to get concerned because in the next second, Katsuki clamps his hands around Izuku’s hips and rolls them over, switching their positions. “You top.”
“What – really?” Izuku asks, somewhat disorientated from the sudden change. Katsuki just nods, finally starting to shimmy out of his pants, and really, Izuku doesn’t know why he’s surprised. It’s not like they never do it this way. Heck, it’s not even like it’s something rare, it’s just… Katsuki usually isn’t very vocal about wanting it. “Alright.” Izuku reaches for their nightstand drawer, rifling around inside for their supplies, while Katsuki does his best to distract him by tangling their legs together and rolling his hips up against him.
“No condom,” he says when he notices that Izuku pulled one out. That makes Izuku’s eyebrows shoot upwards, but Katsuki ignores him easily enough and gives another roll of his hips. “Come on, Izuku, hurry the fuck up.”
It gets a bit wild after that. There are a few moments when Izuku wonders what the hell has gotten into his boyfriend, but he quickly gets swept up in the heated, frantic nature of everything and stops overthinking it. He doesn’t have time for that anyway – Katsuki has turned unnaturally demanding and Izuku is more than happy to comply, pushing into him with barely any preparation and watching in amazement as Katsuki’s head falls back and his chest arches, a long, low groan escaping him.
By the time they’re done and Izuku is collapsing onto his back beside Katsuki, they’re both panting and drenched in sweat.
“Um,” Izuku says, trying to catch his breath. He has no idea what to follow that up with, though. Part of him wants to ask if Kacchan’s okay, but he’ll probably get snapped at if he does.
Katsuki seems to be on a similar wavelength, though, and he has no problem voicing it. “What the fuck,” he says plainly, somehow mystified and succinct at the same time. That breaks the tension between them and Izuku snorts out a laugh, rolling onto his side and resting on his forearm.
“Todoroki stealing your thunder really got you all worked up, huh?”
“Ew, gross,” Katsuki says, scowling over at him. “No saying his name when we’re in bed, geez. This is an Icy Hot-free zone.”
“Unlike the shopping center today,” Izuku quips with a grin, before yelping as Katsuki tackles him back into the pillows. He’s still giggling as he wraps his arms around Katsuki’s broad shoulders and draws him in to claim his mouth in another kiss.
Izuku manages to convince himself the whole thing was a weird fluke for the next day or so. It’s not like Kacchan isn’t allowed to get really hard up for it sometimes. He doesn’t even know why he feels like there was something ever so slightly off about the whole thing. They’ve had that kind of rushed, needy, almost animalistic sex before. Maybe it was the way Katsuki looked at him before flipping them over?
Or maybe he’s just never heard Kacchan sound like that before.
Whatever it was, Izuku makes himself put it out of his mind for a little while – until one evening only a couple days later.
They’ve just gotten home, together this time, arms full of groceries because they stopped at the store on the way back from their agency to grab dinner supplies. Izuku has only just set his bags down on one of the counters when Katsuki is on him again, mouth hot against his own and hands slipping beneath his shirt.
“Dinner can wait,” Katsuki says in between kisses, already pushing Izuku toward the bedroom. “Fucking want you.”
“You’re, like, extra into me this week,” Izuku murmurs, heat quickly building in his gut and simmering through his veins.
Katsuki has twisted them around by the time they reach the bed. He drops onto it and pulls Izuku down with him so that his knees dig into the mattress on either side of Katsuki’s hips. “Dumbass. I’m always into you.” Izuku grins at him, warm and wide, and the moment evidently becomes too sweet for Katsuki because he’s bucking his hips up in the next second, his hard length impossible not to notice as it presses against Izuku. “Rather have you in me, though,” he says, giving Izuku a lewd smirk.
He just rolls his eyes in return, but then hesitates a bit. “Again?” he can’t help asking.
“Yeah,” Katsuki replies easily. “Now. Come on, Izuku.” He’s pushing at Izuku’s shorts like he truly can’t wait any longer, and who is Izuku to deny him?
That night isn’t the end of it, either. Somehow, this becomes their new norm over the next several weeks. And it’s good, it always is, but Izuku honestly doesn’t know how Kacchan isn’t sore as shit every day. They haven’t done it this often since they had that three-week break between graduation and their new jobs starting, and back then they didn’t really have anywhere to be most of the time. Now, though, they still have to get up in the morning and drag themselves out to fight evil or whatever.
Izuku’s starting to feel exhausted.
It's the same thing every time. Katsuki can’t seem to keep his hands off him when they’re home, and he always wants Izuku to top. They’ve used a condom a grand total of one time since Katsuki seemingly borrowed Mineta’s sex-craved disposition, and he was so grumpy about it afterwards that Izuku hasn’t dared to suggest it again since. That might be one of the stranger things about this entire episode – Kacchan usually isn’t big on messes, and cleaning up after not using a condom can sometimes be a pain. It’s never really been Katsuki’s thing, aside from a few notable occasions.
Now, it’s the only way he wants it.
There’s one day that Katsuki almost doesn’t even wait until they get home. They’re in the agency locker rooms, peeling their uniforms off, and suddenly Izuku finds himself slammed up against a locker with Katsuki’s hand down the front of his pants.
“Kacchan,” he hisses, eyes immediately darting around to make sure there’s no one else nearby. They’re alone, luckily – he doesn’t really think Katsuki would’ve initiated anything if there were people present, but he’s been so damn randy lately that it’s hard to be sure.
He probably should’ve started questioning things at that point.
“We can be quick,” Katsuki says, head bent down so that he can nuzzle at the juncture of Izuku’s neck. His breaths are hot, wet pants against Izuku’s skin. “There’s no one else here.”
Izuku gets a firm grip on Katsuki’s wrist, squeezing tight and freezing him in his tracks. “I am not doing this with you here!” he whispers harshly, nearly scandalized. “Have you lost your damn mind?!”
“You were so fucking good out there today, though,” Katsuki says. His voice is a low rumble and while he doesn’t try to escape Izuku’s grasp, he does let the rest of his body lean into him. “The way you kicked that idiot’s ass… Shit, I almost jumped you right in the fucking street.”
“Oh my god,” Izuku says, groaning. “Stop. You can wait until we get home.”
“Home is really far away,” Katsuki mutters, pulling back enough that he can give Izuku a pouty sort of glower. It’s a look Izuku rarely sees on him, and for a minute he can only stare.
“Home is a twenty-minute walk,” he says eventually, eyebrows arched in an unimpressed way. “Less if we take the rooftops.”
Katsuki scowls, but he finally removes his hand from Izuku’s pants, at least. “Fine,” he grumbles. “We’re racing, though.”
They don’t even make it to the bed that night. Katsuki shoves Izuku onto the couch instead and rides him until Izuku sees stars.
There’s another night in early October that Izuku actually tries to not give in so easily. It’s starting to get chilly in the evenings so they’re wrapped around each other beneath their comforter, hands roaming and lips sliding together. Katsuki is starting to tug Izuku on top of him, his legs spreading wide, and Izuku yanks backwards before he can talk himself out of it.
“Wait,” he says, panting a little. “Wait, wait, wait. It’s my turn, Kacchan.”
Katsuki just gives him an uncomprehending look, and that’s actually a little infuriating.
Izuku frowns. “Don’t you miss doing it the other way?”
“Hadn’t really thought about it,” Katsuki admits, though at least now there’s something a little confused rising up from the depths of his intense gaze. Like he’s not exactly sure what’s going on with him either. “I guess we can.”
“You guess?” Well, that’s a little less enthusiastic than Izuku had been hoping for. He tries not to feel hurt, but the concern beginning to bleed through Katsuki’s expression tells him he didn’t succeed.
“Fuck,” Katsuki says, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “No, you’re right. I’m – shit, Izuku, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m…” He lowers his eyes, looking at the bed around them like he’s seeing it for the first time. “It’s, uh. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Izuku nods, his brow furrowing. “I miss you.”
“Deku,” Katsuki drawls, an almost singsong sort of lilt to his tone as he heaves himself the rest of the way up. Izuku sits back in his lap, knees bracketing his thighs. “I’m right here, nerd.” He reaches out, brushing the back of his hand against Izuku’s freckled cheek and then tugging on a curl of hair by his ear. “You have me almost every damn night.”
“I miss you being in me,” Izuku clarifies, huffing and leaning in to press a simple, lingering kiss to Katsuki’s mouth. His voice lowers, but there’s still a heated intensity to it. “I want you to fuck me, Kacchan.”
Katsuki lets out a harsh exhale. “Holy shit. Yeah, okay. Yes.” The kiss between them is hungry this time, and very quickly gets wet and messy. Katsuki’s hands find Izuku’s ass to pull him closer, making Izuku grind against him. “Fuck yes, c’mere. Can’t believe how long it’s been.”
To Izuku’s growing worry and Kacchan’s clear horror, it’s apparently going to be a little longer before they actually get to do it that way again.
“It’s normal,” Izuku tries to assure him. Katsuki’s knelt between his legs, glaring in disbelief at his traitorous dick that’s seemingly refusing to get with the program. “It happens to everyone sometimes.”
He tries to ignore that it’s never happened to them before. First time for everything?
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Katsuki grouses, something tight in his voice.
Izuku makes another attempt that he knows won’t help at all. “Maybe you’re just tired?” Katsuki promptly gives him the stink-eye and Izuku sighs. “I mean…honestly, I’m tired. You’ve been keeping us busy the last few weeks.”
“I’ve been keeping us busy?” Katsuki says immediately. “What, like you’re not involved?”
“Well, no,” Izuku murmurs. “Obviously, I am. But you’ve kinda been the one…um.” Katsuki’s eyes narrow and Izuku hastily tries to backtrack. “It’s been good, don’t get me wrong! It’s just, uh. It’s also been…a lot?”
Katsuki shifts backwards, pulling away. Izuku immediately wants to reach for him, but he senses he might need the space. “If you don’t wanna fucking do it, you can tell me to fuck off. What the hell? I didn’t know you were so fucking miserable–”
“I’m not miserable,” Izuku cuts in quickly, mentally keeping track of how many fucks Katsuki throws at him. The number is usually proportionate to how upset he is.
“Right,” Katsuki says, barking out an unamused laugh.
“You know I’m not,” Izuku says calmly. “I love you, Kacchan, you’re just running me ragged. And – really, we should probably talk about that.”
Katsuki’s gone full defensive now, though. He’s got his arms crossed uncomfortably over his chest and he’s red across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “What’s there to talk about?” He scowls, snidely adding, “Sorry I like sleeping with you, didn’t know it was such a fuckin’ problem.”
Izuku huffs in exasperation. “Would you stop? I’m just saying, we’ve been doing it a lot. Like…a lot. And you only ever want to do it the one way and that’s unusual for you!” He has to raise his voice by the end, talking over Katsuki’s embarrassed attempt at protesting. “We normally switch more, Kacchan! And, I mean, if you don’t want to anymore… If – if bottoming is your preference now, then that’s fine! I just want to be able to have a conversation about it.”
“It’s not my preference,” Katsuki says, annoyed. “Maybe lately but sure as fuck not FOREVER.” He’s frowning and looks so unhappy that Izuku’s heart aches. He doesn’t say anything, though, and another moment passes before Katsuki sighs and lets the tension drain out of his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I’ve just been in some kinda mood or something.”
“That’s fine,” Izuku says quickly. “It is. This all just happened so quickly, I didn’t know if something had happened, or… I don’t know. As long as you’re okay.”
Katsuki groans a little at that. “I’m fine, Izuku. Just…” He trails off, and then snorts. “Horny. Apparently.”
“No kidding,” Izuku says, chuckling. “For what it’s worth, your stamina is amazing.” Katsuki’s blush deepens, and this time Izuku does reach out to squeeze his knee. “Just like the rest of you.”
“Ugh, you’re so goddamn corny,” Katsuki complains, groaning again, but he lurches forward and tumbles onto Izuku, toppling them both back onto the mattress. Izuku’s arms come up, wrapping around Katsuki, and Kacchan burrows into his side, his head tucked against Izuku’s shoulder. “Sorry I couldn’t get it up,” he grumbles.
“Don’t worry about it,” Izuku says. He slides one hand up, combing it through Katsuki’s hair, and lets out a low chuckle. “I could use the break.”
“I don’t know what you’re whining about.” Katsuki shifts a bit, turning his head until his chin is propped against Izuku’s collarbone. Then he grins. “It’s my ass getting plowed every day.”
Izuku splutters. “Kacchan!”
“I’m just saying!”
“That’s your fault, you’ve basically been begging for it–”
“Fuck you, I haven’t been begging!”
* * *
Things go back to normal after that – or their new version of normal, at least. Katsuki doesn’t know how or why their sex life has ended up this way, but he notices that Deku doesn’t bring it up again and is quietly grateful for it.
Not that Deku didn’t have a point… He knows there’s been this kind of nonstop urge burning through him for a while now. It’s not anything debilitating, which is maybe why he hasn’t questioned it yet. It’s just this feeling that simmers in his blood throughout the day, spiking at odd moments and leaving him wanting Deku on him, in him, all fucking over him in a very specific way.
Katsuki had figured it was just, you know, because he loves that nerd or whatever. Of course he wants to be with him all the time. But he hadn’t really noticed how abrupt the shift had been from a normal amount of sex to a literally what the fuck are you doing this is RIDICULOUS amount of sex until Deku brought it to his attention.
He's not worried about it, though. Maybe if it doesn’t die down soon… But it hasn’t been going on that long yet, and if Deku is fine with riding it out for now, then so is he.
After all, the sex is GREAT – even if they’re maybe having too much of it.
…Is that even possible?
Too much sex?
Remind him what the fucking problem is again??
He’s half considering pointing this out to Deku when he gets home one night later in the month. It couldn’t hurt to make it clear how Deku’s actually lucky as shit that he’s getting laid so much. He doesn’t have a chance to say anything, though, because the second he shuts the door behind him, Deku is all up in his business and waving his phone in Katsuki’s face.
“Did you see?!” he asks, eyes wide and eager with a smile that makes heat explode in Katsuki’s gut. “Oh my god, Kacchan, I can’t – I’m so happy for them!”
Katsuki frowns a little, pushing Deku’s phone out of the way. “The hell are you talking about?”
“Kacchan!!” Deku gives him an exasperated look. “Did you mute the class chat again?”
“I never unmuted it,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. He pushes past Deku, intending to grab a sports drink from the fridge.
Deku follows after him, right on his heels. He’s practically bouncing around like an excited puppy. “Well, you need to check it. Kyouka’s pregnant!”
That halts Katsuki in his tracks, and he snaps around to stare at Deku. “What?”
“Yeah!” Deku nods excitedly. “Crazy, right?? They just announced it in the chat.”
Okay.
Okay, what the fuck?
Katsuki honestly doesn’t have any fucking clue how to feel about that.
Kaminari and Jirou had surprised everyone by getting married right out of high school. They’d been together since second year, sure, but somehow Katsuki hadn’t thought Jirou – Kyouka – fuck it, he hadn’t thought Ears would be the type to get married so young.
He'd been less surprised that Kaminari had leapt at the chance to seal the deal, but still. Marriage was one thing…
A baby, on the other hand?
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Katsuki asks, digging his own phone out of his pocket. “They’re twenty-one years old, what the hell are they thinking?”
Deku smacks a hand against Katsuki’s arm. “Oh, come on. They’re in love! They’re married!! Why shouldn’t they have a baby?”
“Because they’re twenty-one years old,” Katsuki says again. “And they’ve barely established themselves as pro heroes, they can’t just– What the fuck.”
“I mean.” Deku shrugs a little. “Yeah…I guess. You can’t say that to them, though!”
“I wasn’t gonna,” Katsuki mutters. He’s got a shit-ton of notifications on his phone, he realizes. Not from the class chat, but from the smaller one his friends have always insisted he be a part of.
Tape Guy
[ Holy shit, Kaminari, is this for real???? ]
Shitty Hair
[ denki!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUDE IM SO HAPPY 4 U ]
Tape Guy
[ Not convinced this isn’t some kind of prank. ]
Shitty Hair
[ i am crying so many MANLY TEARS right now omg ]
[ mina won’t stop laughing at me ]
[ but that’s fine i love her anyway ]
Pikachu
[ IT’S REAL YOU GUYS ]
Shitty Hair
[ !!!!!! ]
[ 😭😭😭 denkiiiiii congrats bro WOW ]
Tape Guy
[ Hoooolyyyyy shiiiiit. ]
Pikachu
[ it’s real, it’s SO REAL ]
[ DRINKS PLEASE??? ]
Tape Guy
[ Sure! ]
Shitty Hair
[ yes!! ]
Tape Guy
[ And congrats, holy shit. ]
Pikachu
[ The usual place? can be there in 20 min ]
[ THANKS!!!! ]
[ where’s bakugou ]
Shitty Hair
[ idk ]
Tape Guy
[ Probably glaring at his phone because YOU’RE HAVING A BABY. ]
[ technically Ears is having the baby ]
[ which -- wtf ]
Pikachu
[ thank you in advance for your undying love and support, Kacchan ]
[ DRINKS? ]
[ whatever, congrats I guess ]
Tape Guy
[ So pissy. ]
[ fuck you, I’m not ]
[ it’s their life ]
Pikachu
[ COME OUT FOR FUCKING DRINKS BAKUGOU ]
[ FINE ]
[ be there in 30, need to shower ]
Shitty Hair
[ yay drinks ]
[ draaanks ]
Katsuki leaves it at that, scowling a little as he looks up from his phone to meet Deku’s gaze. “Well, it’s real.”
That makes Deku laugh softly. “Of course it’s real.”
“He wants to meet up. You wanna come?”
“Nah, it’s fine.” Deku leans in to kiss him and smooths his hands over Katsuki’s chest. “You go. Have fun. Be nice.”
“I’m always fucking nice,” Katsuki grumbles, which is a blatant lie. He kisses Deku again and then pulls away, ignoring the needy feeling welling up inside of him that makes him want to drag Deku to bed instead of stepping foot outside their apartment ever again. “Gonna shower real fast.”
“Don’t hate me for not joining you,” Deku says teasingly, and Katsuki just snorts before trudging off down the hall.
The other three are already there by the time Katsuki gets to the bar they like to frequent. Kaminari spots him first and waves him over excitedly, and he’s barely dropped into the booth opposite him, next to Kirishima, before the questions start flying. It’s like the other two idiots were holding back until he got there, which for some reason has him hiding a glower behind his beer bottle.
“When’s she due?” Sero asks.
“End of April,” Kaminari replies. He can’t seem to stop grinning, which almost makes Katsuki feel bad for being so grumpy about the whole thing.
“Wait,” Kirishima interrupts. His brow furrows as he tries to do the math on that. “So, then…?”
Kaminari nods. “We’ve known since August,” he says. “She wanted to wait a bit, make sure everything was okay.”
Sero laughs. “Wow, look at you keeping a secret.”
“I know!” Kaminari cries, throwing his hands in the air and making his drink slosh all over the place. “It’s been so fucking hard, you have no idea. I’ve wanted to blurt it out at least ten times a day.”
“How’d your parents take it?” Kirishima asks, and then he pauses. “I mean, I assume you’ve told them.”
“A couple days ago,” Kaminari says, nodding again. “My folks are excited. I think her dad sort of wants to kill me, but he pretended he was okay.”
“Aww, don’t worry.” Sero claps him on the back. “He’ll come around!”
“Can you blame him?” Katsuki mutters, and all three of them turn to look at him. Kirishima’s got the same kind of look in his eyes that Deku had earlier, that sort of ‘don’t you dare be an asshole’ warning glare that has Katsuki grimacing.
Shit.
“I’m just saying,” he tries. “You’re–”
“I know we’re young,” Kaminari interrupts, with an unusually serious expression. “And I’m gonna assume this bitchiness is just your way of showing concern, but seriously, we’re fine.” He shrugs a little. “It happened, so. We’re having a baby.”
Ugh, fuck. He’s really not trying to be a dick about this.
Honestly, Katsuki’s not entirely sure why everything about it is rubbing him the wrong way. He’s almost fucking mad, and that just makes no damn sense.
But he knows he needs to tread carefully here. Somehow this sparky moron is one of his best friends and he doesn’t want to shit all over what’s supposed to be a momentous occasion for him.
“I’m not being bitchy,” he finally says, straightening up out of his irritated slump and attempting an open and not at all pissed off expression. “It just caught me off guard. I thought the baby crap was years away for any of you losers.” They’re all still looking at him in a guarded sort of way, and Katsuki huffs out an annoyed sigh. “Fuck – I’m sorry, okay? I’m happy for you.”
That does it. Kaminari’s entire face brightens again and he feels Kirishima relax next to him. Sero just takes another swig of his drink.
“Don’t worry about it,” Kaminari says. “I was surprised when we found out, too.” He gives Katsuki a curious look. “Haven’t you ever thought about having kids?”
Katsuki snorts. “Not really.”
It’s only halfway true. He guesses he maybe has a vague idea that he and Deku can adopt one day or something. But that’s years away, they’ve got too much to accomplish before then, and it’s not a conversation they’ve had even once yet.
“You’d be a good dad, though,” Kaminari says.
Kirishima instantly follows that up with, “Oh my god, you’re going to be a dad.” Like he’s only just made the connection.
Kaminari laughs. “I know! Fucking crazy, right?”
“Prayers up for your kid,” Sero jokes, digging an elbow into his side.
“Babies are so tiny,” Kirishima murmurs. His eyes are starting to tear up and Katsuki makes a face at him.
“Oi, for fuck’s sake.”
“A baby, Bakugou!!” Kirishima exclaims, lurching sideways into Katsuki and jostling him a bit.
“Would you get the fuck off me?!”
It’s almost like any other night they’ve hung out together, except that Ears is pregnant and Kaminari is going to be a DAD and suddenly Katsuki can’t help wondering if they’re going to be able to do this for much longer.
Kaminari will have other priorities soon.
He can barely wrap his head around it.
Deku’s already in bed by the time Katsuki gets home later, but he’s not sleeping yet so Katsuki unceremoniously flops down on top of him without even changing out of his clothes. That results in a small tussle as Deku oofs and tries to throw him off because he was READING, Kacchan, geez, while Katsuki ignores all that and tumbles around until he’s on his back and able to pull Deku on top of him.
“How’s Kaminari?” Deku asks, hands going for the button on Katsuki’s pants and working it open. He’s a smart one, at least. Not that Katsuki’s exactly being subtle here, but Deku obviously knows what he wants and didn’t even protest much before tossing his book away.
Katsuki grunts, lifting his hips so Deku can tug his jeans off. “He’s fine. Excited, I guess.”
“You guess?” Deku repeats, laughing a little, and Katsuki rolls his eyes.
“Fine, he’s very excited. It’s weird.”
“You’re having a hard time with this, huh?”
“I’m not,” Katsuki insists. “It’s not my kid so what do I care? Fuckin’ hell.”
“It’s a big change,” Deku says softly. “You’re allowed to have feelings about it.”
“Oh my god, shut up and fuck me already.”
It’s different that night for some reason. Katsuki can’t possibly say what it is, but he feels on the brink of something as Deku’s hips roll into him, as he stretches him wide and fills him up. There’s an intensity between them, something thick and hot and heady that consumes Katsuki entirely. He locks his legs around Deku, squeezes his thighs tight and clutches at Deku’s back as Deku pushes him higher and higher. Katsuki’s blood is boiling in his veins, there’s a stark want inside of him and a craving in his belly.
He wants Deku inside of him forever, wants to milk every last drop out of him when he tips over the edge, and the release that hits Katsuki right after is unlike anything he’s ever felt before in his life.
Something uncoils in his chest as they collapse back against the mattress, each of them breathing heavily. There’s a weird sort of peace settling over him that’s different from his usual post-orgasmic haze. It’s nice, though. Almost calming, in a way. He finds Deku’s hand and threads their fingers together, barely noticing how the remaining dregs of that simmering heat within him seem to suddenly bleed away.
For the first time in over a month, he feels like he can finally relax.
