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There was a staccato knock on the door that Katsuki was expecting. Stupid Pikachu couldn't even let him die in peace. He grunted as he stood blankets sloughing off of him and padded barefoot to the door. He swung the door open with a malicious glare he observed the people on the other side. Demki and Shinsou he expected, but standing next to Denki was a short plump woman, her brown hair was up in a bun, and her glasses rested low on her nose. She had a kind smile on her face as she greeted him.
"you must be Katsuki " she said.
"What the fuck is this, Pikachu?" he countered looking at the blonde.
" I told you I was going to get you a therapist and look I found one!" Denki gestured at the woman. "She even signed an NDA already. "
"Fuck no" Kaysuki said as he tried to swing the door shut on them. Shinsou grabbed the door shoving his way into the room easily
"Look, Bakugo, it's either this or I tell your agency and parents how bad things really are." Denki said, firmly threatening as he followed Shinsou inside. Denki gestured to the living room behind Katsuki.
The explosive man turned slightly to glance over his shoulder. By most standards the place was fairly clean, a pile of blankets draped on the couch where he had been sitting, a small collection of empty cup-o-noodles on the coffee table, three empty glasses, and a small mound of crumpled tissues that Katsuki had used to blow his nose and dry his tears in the last few days. By Bakugo standards though, he might as well have been living in a landfill. He finally looked back over to the stranger.
"what the fuck is 'this' then asshole?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"You see Rin Sasaki as your therapist twice a week for the foreseeable future and I'll get off your case completely." Denki stated.
"why the fuck do you even care?" Katsuki snarled
"Because you're my friend, Bakugo, and I can tell this is literally killing you" He returned solemnly
"All the other fucking extras fucked off, why don't you?" Katsuki clenched his jaw to fight back the tears that he could feel coming again.
"Because, Bakugo, I knew you were an asshole when I signed up to be your friend, and I know under all the bravado you care about your friends too. I don't plan on abandoning you like everyone else did. Like HE did. I can't just cut you entirely out of my life like that. It's not right"
"I thought you were supposed to be an idiot." Katsuki coughed a little to hide the sniffle that was trying to sneak past his iron will.
"Just because I'm not a genius doesn't mean I'm stupid, Bakugo, you just rarely see my serious side because I like being serious as much as you like being friendly." Denki sighed
"so I talk to this lady twice a week and you two get off my fucking back?" Katsuki eyed the woman.
"Yup. I'll go back to being your stupid goofy friend." he promised as Shinsou nodded
"fine. It's whatever I guess." Katsuki mumbled, stepping back and waving his arm towards the living room.
* * *
Normally silence was enjoyable for Katsuki, but sitting across from Rin felt like a test. She just patiently waited, not saying anything after asking what started his 'depressive episode' as she called it. He let his eyes flit all around the room, noticing the cobwebs, the dust, the book he pulled out but hadn't bothered to put back. After what felt like an hour he looked at her directly, opening his mouth to yell at her or something when Kirishima's voice popped in his head "You're cruel to people all the time Katsuki, and I'm tired of it" the normally cheerful redhead had said. Instead of shouting, like he intended, a sob bubbled to the surface ripping itself out of him against his best efforts.
"I fucking miss him" he whispered as soon as he was able to speak again.
"That's understandable, you were in a relationship for five years. It's natural to miss and greive the loss of that companionship." Rin replied, softly.
"He hates me." Katsuki whispered. "That's worse than everything else. I know he never wants to see me again. I can't fucking fix it." Katsuki felt as though he were being compelled to spill his feelings in front of this stranger.
"did he say he hates you, Bakugo?" Rin asked tilting her head to the side.
"No, but he fucking left me. Thats fucking obvious" Katsuki seethed at her.
"I want you to take a deep breath and tell me about what happened, from the beginning." Rin said
Katsuki's eye twitched and he crumpled his hands into fists. He didn't need some dumb shrink bitch telling him how to breathe. He scoffed and stood, pacing over to the windows and then back to his sofa. Again Kirishima's voice played in his mind "In all the years I've known you, Katsuki, you've never tried to be a better friend, a better person, only a better hero."
"Fucking fine. I'll tell you the whole story." he breathed in deep and began from the first time they met.
* * *
Surprisingly, over the past six months Katsuki and Hitoshi had become quite good friends. Katsuki needed someone who wasn't afraid of him, someone who would call him out when he was being an asshole. Hitoshi needed someone who wasn't going to bitch about him not calling for a week. Not only that, they actually began to enjoy one another's company and senses of humor.
"Hey, how's the shrink going?" asked Hitoshi out of the blue, opening his eyes a little to glance at Katsuki.
"fucking fine. She thinks I should make more friends though." Katsuki lowered his book to look at him.
"you do only talk to two people." Hitoshi nodded
"are you forgetting the damn nerd?" Katsuki rolled his eyes.
"oh. You're still talking to Midoriya?" Hitoshi perked up a little, then winced and reached for his coffee.
"Yeah. After our conversation he burst into tears, cried all over me and said he was happy we could be friends again" Katsuki scoffed. "Now we meet for lunch or dinner like once a week and I listen while he tells me all about his bullshit."
"Do you tell him about your bullshit?"
"Fuck no. I don't want him blabbing his fat mouth about it." Katsuki snarled
"Hey. That was rude as fuck. Try again" Hitoshi scolded
Katsuki let out a low growl, took a sip of his water and looked back at Hitoshi. "No. I don't feel comfortable talking to him because I'm worried he will tell people what I say."
" damn. That was a ten out of ten rephrase." Hitoshi praised."You've been working hard at that."
"I still don't see how it helps to be so sugary." Katsuki mumbled.
"it's not 'sugary' Bakugo, it's vulnerable, and it gives people a better idea of what you really mean without hurting peoples feelings." Hitoshi said, as though he had said it many times before.
"you don't have feelings" Katsuki smirked at him
"damn right" Hitoshi chuckled "But if Midoriya heard you bitching about his 'fat mouth' he would be hurt."
"he needs to grow some skin"
"yeah, probably, but you also need to keep working on being less aggressive and harmful when you say things."Hitoshi countered
"I'm seeing Rin twice a week still, I'm fucking working on it." Katsuki hissed.
"Yeah you are. For what it's worth Bakugo, I'm proud of you. You've let go of a lot of bullshit in the past six months. You've gone from completely insufferable to sufferable in some situations." Hitoshi joked
Katsuki was silent for a few moments before he grimaced. "I just wish it mattered." he said, quietly.
Hitoshi sat up, looking at him directly. "It does matter. If you find somone you like they'll appreciate the effort you've put into yourself."
"I..." Katsuki started, paused for a moment to glance over at Hitoshi and then lowered his gaze to the floor. "Eijirou was the love of my life, Shinsou, my soul mate. There isn't ever going to be anybody else."
Hitoshi stayed silent a long time, sipping on his coffee and assessing Katsuki's expression. "You have to let him go, Bakugo." He finally said.
"I... I have. " the blond sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just don't feel that way about anyone else, and don't think I ever will. Eijiou was it for me, and don't believe time is going to change that."
"You've let Kirishima go?"Hitoshi asked
"I saw him the other day. He was sitting at a cafe near his agency with someone. They were holding hands and smiling." Katsuki said
Hitoshi's eyes widened at that.
"At first I was furious. I wanted to run up to them and do something stupid... but then something just kindof clicked in my head, I dunno what, and I realized that if Eijirou didn't want to be with me, didn't think I was his soul mate, or the love of his life... well, there was nothing I could do about that but hope he finds happiness elsewhere." Katsuki made an odd face, and wiped away a stray tear.
"thats a wise realization. I know a lot of people who wouldn't have responded so well and they don't have your anger issues." Hitoshi said softly.
"I wasn't about to ruin his date and make him hate me more. It's just fucking logic. It wouldn't do anything for me, just make things worse, somehow." Katsuki took a deep breath, steeling himself.
"You've come a long way, Bakugo." Hitoshi smiled at him
"You're literally the only fuck who has seen me cry since I was 6 years old. You should really just call me Katsuki." He grumped
"Okay Katsuki. You can call me Hitoshi if you want." He grinned
"Fuck if I'm calling you anything other than Gengar with that creepy ass smile. You look like you're about to cut my face off and wear it." Katsuki shouted, throwing the pillow next to him at a still smiling Hitoshi.
"You couldn't get through one sentimental moment without insulting me, ne?" Hitoshi laughed. "and I've been told my smile looks just like my father's"
"Yeah, and every time that fuck smiled it was because he was about to throw some crazy ass training at us that we might not survive. I'm having flashbacks here eyebags."
"don't pretend you don't miss Aizawa-sensei!" Hitoshi laughed, putting down his coffee as his phone beeped.
"Pikachu?" Katsuki asked, settling back on the couch.
"Yeah. He's just checking in. He still jokes that I'm going to step on a nerve and you're going to blow up my face..."
"you've stepped on all my nerves already. Minefeild fucking cleared." Katsuki said grumpily.
"that reminds me. I wanted to ask you a favor." Hitoshi said seriously.
"do I gotta kill somebody?" Katsuki joked
"No, worse. You gotta be nice to me while we go shopping." Hitoshi smirked.
"The fuck?" Katuski looked at him in confusion. "for what?"
"I want to buy an engagement ring...." Hitoshi smiled a soft smile and blushed a little as he said it.
"really?" Katuski smiled at him
"Yeah. I'm going to ask him on his birthday"Hitoshi looked down at his phone, pushing the button so the lock screen lit up with Denki's wild grin.
"Good for you, Eyebags. Good for you." Katsuki said with approval.
* * *
Rin closed her notebook, frowning at Katsuki, who had a determined look on his face.
"Look, Hitoshi is by best friend. I don't know exactly when that happened but he fucking is, and if he wants me to stand with him at his wedding I'm going to do it. No matter who else is going to be there."
"I don't think you're ready to encounter your ex. I think it has a good chance of ending poorly." she insisted.
"It's been a year, Sasaki-San, and Hitoshi said they were going to have a long engagement, so it won't even be for a while. I don't think I'm ever going to be in a good place to see him again. At least if I do this there will be other people around and I probably won't feel obligated to talk to him."
"It's ultimately your decision Bakugo-Kun, I can't make you do anything. I'm just worried it will send you into a depressive episode. What are you going to do if he brings someone with him?"
"I'll be civil and wish him well. I'm not saying it won't hurt, just that it's more important for me to be there for Hitoshi than it is for me to hide from Eijirou."
"Okay. Well, let me know when it's scheduled for. We can work on some skills to deal with how you'll be feeling."
* * *
Katsuki slammed his fist into the hotel door, rattling it's hinges as he shouted.
"Fucking Eyebags, this is the ONE fucking day you can't sleep in, your ass better be out of bed or I'm going to blow the door in!"
There was a thump from inside the room, and Katsuki allowed himself a triumphant smirk. It was only a few moments before a mostly naked Shinsou opened the door, his wild hair matted from sleep.
"Of course you can actually fall asleep when you're supposed to be getting ready, dumbass" Katsuki muttered fondly as he pushed past him into the hotel room.
Hitoshi just grunted at the blond, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Where's your fucking suit Gengar?" Katsuki asked and Hitoshi pointed to the closet where a garment bag was hanging. "If you're going to do something about your face you should do it now."
"you should do something about your face." Hitoshi grumped.
"Hah! I'm here to make sure you have your shit together and this is the thanks I fucking get? You get your lanky ass in the shower before I explode your face." Katsuki threatened.
"yeah, yeah" Hitoshi muttered turning towards the bathroom as Katsuki started pulling out the carefully packed suit and the Ironing board.
Half an hour later Hitoshi looked like a real person again, sitting still as Katsuki dragged a brush across his face, making the barest hint of a blush.
"I can't believe you talked me into makeup" Hitoshi glared
"It's a fucking natural look, Hito, Pikachu deserves to see you not looking like a zombie on your damn wedding day." Katsuki grumbled, as though this was an old argument.
* * *
The first time Katsuki saw Eijirou at the wedding was during the enterances of the groomsmen. He went first followed by Hitoshi's other groomsmen, and Groom's maid including one of Hitoshi's biological cousins, one of the other underground heros from his agency, and Eri. Once they were all settled in at the dias Eijirou stepped through the doors. He was wearing a black dress shirt and a bright red fitted suit that matched the shade of his hair perfectly. His hair was a little longer, but spiked up anyways for the occasion. To say he looked good was an understatement, and Katsuki lost his breath for a second as he watched him walk up the aisle. Eijirou looked at him for just a moment, an unreadable expression passing over his features, probably taking in his own tailored black suit. Sero and Mina followed him, along with three of Denki's relatives that Katsuki hadn't met before, he could only tell they were related by their electric yellow hair and features similar to his friend. Once they were all settled Hitoshi was walked to the dias by a stoic Aizawa. The teacher clasped Hitoshi's shoulder with a meaningful expression, before he went to sit, leaving Hitoshi standing next to Katsuki.
Denki waited until his procession song had gotten to the courus, sing-shouting "Baby, You're like lighting in a bottle!" as he flounced in. He made his way slowly to the stage, singing poorly at Hitoshi, who barely managed to not choke on his laughter, his smile as wide (and creepy) as ever. The ceremony itself was short and sweet and after the couple kissed Denki made a loud annoucement:
"We're getting the party started, Fam! If you aren't drunk by midnight and dancing your ass off I'll just assume you don't love me!"
A few people in the croud laughed, staying seated as Denki pulled Hitoshi down the aisle and out into the main hall of the building. The groomsmen all made their way after him as the room started to filter into the area that the reception would be held in, a giant room lined with tables of food, a bar, and a large dance floor. Katsuki made himself comfortable at the head table, sitting by Hitoshi's empty seat and nursing his beer. He watched the proceedings fondly, eyes flitting through the room, watching. He caught a moment when his old teacher, Aizawa was trying not to blush as his loud blond husband, Yamada danced very erotically at him. He watched as the whole Deku squad assembled on the dance floor in some nostalgic awkwardness and danced in a small circle facing eachother. The night went on and Katsuki couldn't actually say he minded. Hitoshi joined him periodically to gossip about the guests and snack a little before Denki would fetch him and pull him back to the dance floor. The venue staff made sure his drink was endless, and Katsuki didn't notice that he was buzzed until Hitoshi almost fell on his ass trying to take his seat and an ungraceful snort ripped it's way out of Katsuki.
"I'm drunk" Hitoshi announced
"I fuckin noticed, Hito." Katsuki laughed
"you're drunk too?" the taller man asked
"yeah, getting there. wouldn't want your blushing bride to think that I don't love him or some dumb shit" he joked
"Hey!" yelled Denki, as he stepped up behind them with a few people. "The second half of that was that you have to dance Bakubro! You're not dancing" he accused, pointing at him
"As if I'd dance with any of these extras" Katsuki scoffed.
"Not even me?" came a familiar voice, and Katsuki swore his heart stopped. Eijirou leaned on the chair next to Denki. Katsuki absently wondered how long he'd been there before he realised he was taking too long to answer.
"Maybe you, if you asked." Katsuki replied quietly, not looking in his direction, and turning to take another drink of his beer. He could hear several people walking away before he looked up, expecting to be alone again. Eijirou was still standing there awkwardly, shifting on his feet a little.
"I don't know what to call you. your family name feels too formal and your personal name feels too forward." Eijirou admitted.
"yeah" Katsuki nodded agreeing without clarifying anything.
"Every time Shinsou calls you by your personal name it weirds me out, thinking I don't know how you two got that close." Eijirou whispered
"You'll find that not seeing someone for two years you miss knowing how a lot of things in their lives happened." Katsuki replied, bitterly.
"I'm..." the redhead started before thinking better of it. He paused for a moment. "Dance with me?" he asked a little breathlessly.
Katsuki looked at Eijirou, searching for something in his expression, sincerity maybe. Finally he nodded, downing the last of his current beer and stood. The two of them didn't touch as they made their way over to the wooden panels that made up the dance floor. When they got there, they shared an awkward moment looking at eachother before a scowling Katsuki reached out and grabbed one of Eijirou's hands. The song was something slow, rythmic, and fairly sexy. Katsuki turned, ducking under Eijirou's arm and leaning back to press his ass into Eijirou as he rolled his body to the song. Eijirou's other arm shot out to grab Katsuki's waist as the blond set a fast and close pace for them, dancing erotically and grinding his ass back into Eijirou's crotch. He smirked when he heard Eijirou softly curse under his breath. Eijirou pulled him impossibly closer, rocking his own hips against Katsuki and leaning down to breathe on Katsuki's neck, just above his shirt collar. Katsuki barely heard Eijirou's whispers.
"I miss you, Katsuki" he said.
Katsuki stopped moving a moment, his heart thundering with a spark of hope.
"You look so good tonight" Eijirou continued in his whisper. "I can barely keep my eyes off you, gods."
Katsuki closed his eyes, wondering if this was real, or if he was too drunk to truly understand what was happening.
"Can we talk, Katsuki?" Eijirou didn't raise his voice, it was still a whisper, but it was the only thing Katsuki could hear.
Katsuki opened his eyes, turning in Eijirou's arms. He was pretty sure he was going to regret it, but he was either too drunk or too enfatuated to care.
"If you take me to bed we can talk all you want." Katsuki whispered back, looking Eijirou directly in his eyes. "I need you so bad, Eiji"
Eijirou's eyes glinted in the light show as they widened and stared at Katsuki. "yes. fuck. yes please." he nodded, picking Katsuki up by his ass in excitement. Katsuki wrapped his legs around Eijirou as the buff Sturdy Hero carried him off the dance floor and towards somewhere more private. Neither of them noticed the myriad of expressions in the other guests.
"Eiji, If you don't kiss me right now I might fucking die" Katsuki whined as they reached the elevators. Eijirou stepped to the wall trapping Katsuki between his body and it, claiming his mouth thoroughly. Thier wet tounges danced against eachother, and Katsuki didn't know which one of them was moaning or whose tears were falling on his cheeks, but it didn't matter, Eijirou was holding him and kissing him like it was the only thing he needed.
Someone nearby cleared their throat and Eijirou pulled back slightly, flushed, and pushed the elevator button. He stepped in quickly as the elevator opened. Katsuki wasn't discouraged. He turned his attention to kissing his way down Eijirou's neck, loosening his grip enough to one-handedly unbutton his shirt collar for better access. Eijirou nearly tripped when Katsuki bit into his neck just below his ear, he let out a low growl as he fumbled with the door of his hotel room. Katsuki didn't pay any mind to how they got into the hotel room, but as soon as the door closed he dropped his grip, standing again and dropped to his knees, giving Eijirou a soft push back against the door. He made quick work of the belt and suit pants, grinning eagerly as he exposed Eijirou's black boxers. He hesitated for a moment, looking up to see Eijirou staring at him.
"can I suck your cock, Eiji? please?" He panted at the man.
"fuck, yea" Eijirou nodded as his eyes widened and he tipped his head back against the door.
Katsuki removed the last barrier between his mouth and it's prize. He quickly swirled his tounge around the head of Eijirou's sizeable cock and didn't waste any time before he slipped as much as he could in his mouth, moaning with satisfaction at the heavy feel on his tongue. He brought his hand up to grip the base of it, stroking in rhythm with the way he used his mouth. His other hands gently pulling and playing with Eijirou's heavy balls.
Eijirou let out a streak of cuss words under Katsuki's ministrations. He let his hands drift up to his own hair and tugged on it, trying to keep his composure as Katsuki tried his best to suck his soul out through his cock. "Katsuki. Baby, I'm gonna cum" he warned, almost alarmingly quickly. He didn't expect the blond to pull off of him completely, and looked down with a bit of confusion.
"Fuck me. Please Eiji. I want you to cum inside me." Katsuki looked up at him with a teary expression and Eijirou couldn't have denied him anything in that moment. He gently pulled Katsuki to his feet, kissing him gently as he walked the blond backwards towards one of the two beds in the room.
"I don't have any lube Katsuki" He grumbled into Katsuki's lips.
"you always carry lotion on you. fucking use that" Katsuki said, breathlessly.
"yeah, yeah" Agreed Eijirou, pulling away just long enough to grab it, as Katsuki quickly stripped his black suit down, sliding his boxers off in the same motion.
"Katsuki get on the bed for me." Eijirou commanded, and Katsuki complied, whimpering at the first touch of Eijirou's fingers on his ass. Eijirou and Katsuki were boiling over with need as Eijirou made quick work of slicking lotion onto his fingers and stretching the blond. He moved quickly from one finger to two, from two to three. Katsuki was impatient, practically begging Eijirou to fuck him already, swearing he was ready the whole time. When Eijirou finally agreed and slicked up his cock Katsuki would have started crying... if the tears hadn't already been streaming down his face.
Eijirou took his time pressing in. He slowly buried himself into Katsuki in one firm slow thrust. Neither of them could have decided who it was who said "fuck" as Eijirou finally pressed his hips into Katsuki's.
"I still love you" Katsuki almost sobbed. Kirishima dropped his head into the crook of Katsuki's neck.
"I still love you too, Katsuki" He replied, pulling back to thrust in again. "I love you" he repeated.
"yes, please fuck me. Please Eiji. I need it" Katsuki begged.
Eijirou set himself to work, pulling Katsuki's hips into his with every thrust. Thier whispers and 'I love you's were peppered with moans and panting as Eijirou fucked Katsuki slow and hard at first, building up to a faster pace, getting faster and firmer until Katsuki couldn't really form words any longer, he just whined and attempted to say Eijirou's name.
Eijirou grabbed Katsuki's firm cock, bobbing between his legs, and stroked it in rhythm with his thrusts. Katsuki whined as he came and Eijirou groaned, thinking to himself that was the most beautiful noise he'd ever heard. his thrusts became erratic as he buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside Katsuki.
Eijirou rolled over and threw an arm over Katsuki who was collapsed on the bed himself.
"I love you and miss you" Eijirou panted
"Me too" muttered Katsuki, blinking back exhaustion, he hummed as he fell asleep before cleaning himself off at all.
* * *
Katsuki was warm and comfortable when he woke, half lying on top of Eijirou, who had his arms wrapped around him. Katsuki took a deep breath in, savoring Eijirou's masculine scent. He shifted just slightly and Eijirou's grip tightened a moment before his red eyes snapped open
"fuck." Eijirou said, quietly.
Katski looked up at him warily, shifting off of his warm bare chest and sitting up on the bed. He looked down and tried to determine the expression on Eijirou's face and tried to keep his own expression as blank as possible. They stared at eachother for several long moments. Finally Katuski took a deep breath and closed his eyes, turning his head away.
"I'm sorry." Katsuki started, quietly. "I didn't... I shouldn't have slept with you when you were drunk."
Eijirou's eyes widened in shock as he searched Katsuki's face for sincerity. "you were drunk too." Eijirou pointed out.
"Yeah but..." Katsuki shrugged
"I don't regret it" Eijirou blurted, and Katsuki looked up at him with a blank expression, carefully examining Eijirou
"I don't regret it either" Katsuki admitted.
"Um. I... how have you been?" Eijirou
"well, you know..." Katsuki shrugged "Therapy is going well I guess?"
Eijirou's jaw dropped "You're in therapy?"
"Eyebags and pikachu didn't tell you?" Katsuki grumped
"no, every time one of us asks about you both of them get really... defensive and snappy." Eijirou rubbed a hand on the back of his neck
"defensive?" Katuski cosked his head
"yeah. Shinsou says 'If you wanted to know how he was doing you shouldn't have walked out of his life' and Denki always says 'that information is no longer your business'"
Katsuki smiled fondly for a split second before he dropped his expression back to the blank face he'd been trying to maintain. "Well, yeah. I'm in therapy. Have been for almost two years now."
"oh." Eijirou replied. "Thats... good?"
something about his tone caught Katsuki off guard and he took a deep breath in fighting and failing to hold back his tears. He angrily wiped the first few away, turning away from the redhead.
"Are you crying?! Eijirou asked, alarmed. "oh my god. I'm so sorry, what? what did I say? you never cry!"
Katsuki laughed at that. "crying and whining seems like all I've been doing for the past two years."
"because of me?" Eijirou asked
"what the fuck else would I cry about?" Katsuki grumbled.
"I didn't actually think you, I dunno, cared that much about me?" Eijirou said it like it was a question
"I wasn't and still am not really skilled in being honest about how I'm feeling" Katsuki shrugged again. "When Mina and Sero stopped talking to me and you left me I was... devastated."
"I'm... I'm so sorry" Eijirou's voice cracked as his own tears started flowing
"Don't apologize for it. You were right. I was an asshole and I never would have realized it if you hadn't told me to fuck off." Katsuki admitted. "I'm sorry for what I said. So many of the things I said. Especially the stuff about your mother. That wasn't okay, and I understand why that was what made you finally give up on me."
"How did you get into therapy?" Eijirou asked
"Gengar and Pikachu showed up in a moment of vulnerability and irritated me into it." Katsuki said, standing up from the bed.
"Gengar?" snickered Eijirou
"Yeah, with his creepy smile and purple hair. Gengar." Katsuki rolled his eyes, looking around for his clothes. "Hitoshi tried to call me Arcanine in return, but it didn't really stick."
"I was confused when they said you would be in the wedding, at first. I didn't realize you and Shinsou were so close." Eijirou frowned.
"well. There is a lot of stuff you've missed in the last two years." Katsuki sighed, finally pulling on his rumpled suit pants.
"are you going?" Eijirou asked as katsuki started to button his shirt
"I don't want to overstay my welcome, and I really don't want... Tch. Nevermind. I don't want to overstay my welcome." Katsuki grimaced.
"please. stay." Eijirou asked, standing from the bed and using the sheets to cover his lower half. Katsuki paused.
"You can't do this to me Eijirou." Katsuki closed his eyes, tears pricking at the corners. "Not if you aren't serious. I can't go through getting my hopes up and then losing you again."
"and what if I'm serious?" Eijirou asked, causing Katsuki's eyes to snap open to look at him. "last night you promised me if I took you to bed then we could talk all I wanted."
"I did?" Katsuki whispered
"I want to keep talking Katsuki." pleaded Eijirou. "don't leave."
Katsuki swallowed hard, looking down at his bare feet and the sock he had just picked up.
"please" Eijirou added
"okay"
* * *