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Kirishima sat next to Katsuki in the car, talking while Katsuki listened and nodded his head, sometimes intervening with input on whatever Ejirou was talking about. They had both eaten their pieces of the brownie when they first got in the car about an hour ago and both were a little skeptical about the edible, considering they got it from Denki and Sero. They’re… sketchy. Katsuki didn’t mind though, just an observation. They weren’t Katsuki’s typical crowd but Kirishima seems to like them so Katsuki got over the uncomfort and accepted their weird friend-but-not-friend-but-not-not-friends friendship that the four of them had accumulated.
The pair were sitting in a parking lot next to Wendy’s, Katsuki had only gotten a french fry because he wasn’t very fond of greasy foods. But, Kirishima had gotten a frosty with a burger and fries. He chowed down, talking exaggeratedly with his mouth full and throwing his hands around for effect.
“Dude,” Kirishima said with a straight face, Katsuki leaned his head against the headrest and hummed as a sign for Kirishima to continue, “I just remembered my parents went to visit my grandparents and won’t be home until late tomorrow,” he paused and looked down at his phone for the time.
Katsuki buckled himself back up while stuffing his empty french fry holder back in the to-go bag, he began to pull out of the parking lot and finally gathered his thoughts enough to say, “Yeah, that sounds cool. Is your sister there?”
Kirishima groaned and rolled his eyes, “No, thank god,” he said dramatically. Kirishima didn’t bother to buckle up, which gave Katsuki a twitch in the eye but he chose to ignore it.
The red head had a little sister, a pesky spoiled brat who always bothered the pair when they went to hang out at Kirishima’s house. She was still considerably little (she was 7 years old), but Kirishima’s parents seemed to spoil her to no end. They meant no harm in it but it also meant that his little sister had no idea of obedience and no sense of privacy. Least to say, it was a pain to hang out when she was in the vicinity.
“Okay,” Katsuki said, pulling out of the Wendy’s parking lot cautiously and heading in the direction of Kirishima’s house.
They usually hung out at Katsuki’s house because his parents were always out of town on business trips or on vacations across the globe. It only bothered Katsuki a little, but there was a huge plus of him and Kirishima having the house and pool to themselves.
Katsuki was zoned out and picked himself back in midway through Kirishima’s ranting, “I mean, I just think if someone is going to wear socks with sandals, they should at least be decorative socks, not plain and yucky white socks. That’s just distasteful,” he complained with a shake in his head.
Katsuki laughed and blinked as he pulled into Kirishima’s driveway. He parked and took a deep breath, he could definitely feel the edible hitting him, and he knew he shouldn’t have had as much as he did but he was not in a good mood as of recently and he liked the sensation of a little too much weed. Kirishima also had a lot, so he didn’t feel as bad about having a small overdosage of the harmless substance.
Katsuki breathed out a small puff of breath, opening the door and watching his own feet as they moved on their own up to the doorsteps with the noise of Kirishima’s scuffing behind him. He let his head loll back onto his own shoulders as he looked up at the sky while he let Kirishima step around him and open the front door with a key he pulled out of his pocket.
Foggy, foggy, foggy it was all foggy. From the moment that Katsuki stepped onto the clean tiles of the foyer from when he walked up the pristine white of the carpet of the stairs to when he has Kirishima on his lap, lapping up hickey after hickey under the collar of the shirt he pulled out of his drawers this morning.
It's weird to think something as simple as a piece of clothing has seen more of his life than his own parents. He chuckled as he grabbed the jaw of the muscled boy that sat half hard on his thighs, pulling him into a kiss that was twice as sloppy as Sober Katsuki would ever like but with the marijuana settled into his system he couldn’t bring himself to notice, let alone care. It was a couple minutes of two boys making out on a perfectly made bed (courtesy of the Kirishima family maid) before the red head pulled away with a string of shared spit attached recklessly on his swollen lips.
“Yeah,” Kirishima said, nodding and Katsuki nodded back, not knowing what he was ‘Yeah’ing about but he found himself agreeing none-the-less. “Let’s go to the kitchen and get a snack,” Kirishima stated with a certain finality that wouldn’t typically be heard when talking about snacks but Katsuki barely noticed the tone of the boy's voice, head still too foggy.
Kirishima hopped off of the other’s lap, standing with a wobble that lasted only a second before he stilled and grabbed Katsuki’s hand and began dragging him out the door that they walked through only minutes ago. Minutes ago? Hours ago? Weeks ago? No, definitely not weeks ago, but maybe hours ago. Holy shit who even cares.
When they somehow managed their attached overbulked bodies down the stairs without tripping and only stumbling the maximum amount two grown boys can when doing a task such as walking, Kirishima pulled Katsuki behind him with a force so small Katsuki probably wouldn’t even feel it if every touch from the boy didn’t immediately and permanently input violent sparks all over his body. Thinking too deeply about the feeling made Katsuki shiver with an intensity that only Kirishima could ever pull out of him.
Brr.
Sooner than later, or maybe it was later, Katsuki is being pushed on the couch and a blur of red is all he can catch of Kirishima before the inevitable weight of the boy is on top of him, all warm and familiar. More familiar and more warm that Katsuki could ever remember anything being. Warmer than a heater next to the bed in Winter. More familiar than a memory of his mother taking care of him when he was sick in grade school.
Katsuki smiled into the kiss, the kiss that he doesn’t really remember starting and he doesn’t want it to end either because all he can feel is Kirishima and wow it’s like bliss. No, no it is bliss. It’s bliss if you could touch bliss, it’s perfection and greatness if perfection and greatness could be personified and could go to the gym and could play football and could sit on your lap and kiss away the clinical depression that comes with growing up and getting older. Yeah, that’s what it is, that’s what Kirihsima is. That’s the best explanation of what Kirishima is to Katsuki that you’ll ever hear the latter confess.
Kirishima pulls away, straddling Katsuki in a sexual way that suddenly makes Katsuki hyper aware that they’re sitting in the middle of the living room making out. Hyper aware that their groins are pushed together by the weight of gravity and it pulls a grunt from his throat, suddenly nervous like it’s the first time they kissed but so so happy that he can live like this. God, he’s so privilege and the most he can do is be fucking grateful that he has a living breathing human on his lap that knows just what Katsuki wants and needs with nothing being said between the two.
Katsuki, an atheist, finds himself looking up to the sky and mumbling before he actually says, “Thank you,” to an unknown higher up, to whoever decided that this situation was supposed to happen right now. He looks down at Kirishima, who is sitting up straight, crotch still seated right on top of Katsuki’s. The red hair is looking down at his phone, mumbling a sentence as he types it into his phone with a concentrated furrow in his eyebrows. He sighs, typing something long and most likely meaningless if Katsuki could tell anything by the look in his eyes which spews annoyance.
“God, sorry, just some fucking kids from football asking to hang out, something about a lame ass party with lame ass alcohol,” he grumbles as he threw his phone across the room with a non-chalanceness that shouldn’t be seen while throwing a phone but whatever it’s just a fucking phone who cares anyways.
“Pfft, I don’t care,” Katsuki said, turning his head to watch the phone hit the ground while the cat from the other room comes scurrying in to see the cause of the noise, turning around to leave once she realizes it’s nothing that she actually cares about.
Kirishima scratches his head, “Didn’t we come down here for food? I’m hungry.”
“Sure.”
“Nice, I want a snack. What do we have?”
“... I don’t know, do I look like I live here?”
“Well, you certainly aren’t acting like a proper guest, Katsuki.”
Katsuki get’s butterflies when he hears his own name come out of the mouth he was kissing seconds ago.
“You’re the one who threw me against the couch and basically mauled me with your lips,” he said, a smile sneaking onto his face, his hands tracing the clothes on Kirishima’s hips, suddenly a little sour about the small barrier between the skin he wants to feel all over. He has his hands under his shirt and on the warm skin before he can think about it.
“Well then I’ll just stop doing that from now on, then,”
“Nah,” he puts his hands behind him to push himself up closer to Kirishima’s face, “You know I like when you practically jump me in your family’s living room,” he says with a smirk, only inches away from the other’s face. He could smell his shampoo, it was the bottle he kept in his sports locker at school that he used after morning football practice. It smelled plain and cheap, oddly comforting.
“Good,” Kirishima whispered and swept in to kiss Katsuki sweetly, “because I really didn’t want to stop doing that,” he says with a chuckle. “But seriously I’m extremely hungry, can we eat?”
“Ha,” Katsuki smiled as he pushed Kirishima off him to hop smoothly off onto the floor, “Obviously, what do you want?”
They walk side by side to the kitchen, shoulders brushing with little flutters of electricity every time they touched.
They end up sitting at the bar in the kitchen, shoving food in their face like they haven’t eaten in three days even though they ate only hours ago. They talk back and forth, forgetting about manners and talking with their mouths full of food. It’s freeing, to be so relaxed with someone so special next to you and to be in such a state of bliss.
It’s multiple hours later after making out that led to sloppy handjobs and (reluctant) separate showers that they sit on the roof outside of Kirishima’s window, finally feeling themselves sober up a little from the edible.
“Aw, fuck,” Kirishima said in an agitated hushed voice, looking around for his phone, “Is my phone still all the way downstairs?”
“I don’t know, probably,” Katsuki said, taking a slow sip of the soda in his hands. He glanced down at his watch, the time read one a.m. and that scared Katsuki only a little because he can’t remember at all where all the time went. Not that it matters, any time with Kirishima is time that isn’t wasted so he can’t find himself to be torn over the supposed lost time.
They sit in silence for a while, enjoying the air that’s a little too cold to be comfortable but it’s okay because they’re sitting close enough to keep eachother warm. Eventually, Kirishima speaks up while he scans the tree line behind the house that sits across the road from them.
“We should hang out with fucking, Sero and Denki,” he says, almost just like a thought that just crossed his mind for a split second that he thought important enough to share outloud.
Katsuki raises his eyebrows and turns to look at him, “And what would make you suggest that?”
“I dunno,” he mumbles, “A thank you for the weed, I guess,” he tilts his head as if questioning himself.
“What? Like our presence is a thank you, or something?” Katsuki asks with a huff, he would rather not hang out with two potheads on the weekend when he could lay in bed and watch movies while Kirishima talks over it the whole time.
“No, you dick, I meant like, go actually do something with them, like hang out and be teenagers or something… I don’t know,” He looks away self consciously, his fingers fiddling with the hem of Katsuki’s t-shirt.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Fine, it doesn’t sound like a terrible idea, I guess,” he mumbles the last part but it doesn’t matter because Kirishima seems to perk up either way.
“Really?” he asks, a slight glimmer in his eyes. Katsuki scuffs but runs his hand through the red hair next to him anyways, a small smile adorning his lips.
“Yeah, sure, but it’s your responsibility to make the plans with them,” he says, dropping his hand from Kirishima’s hair and putting it on his shoulder, pulling the other closer to him.
“Yeah, yeah okay I can do that,” he says with a nod, a smile a little too big sitting on top of his face. Katsuki can’t even bring himself to regret agreeing with his idea when Kirishima looks so adorable with such a look on his face.
They crawl back inside through the window when both of them start to get a little too cold and they go downstairs to Kirishima’s parent’s liquor cabinet. Kirishima grabs the liquor since Katsuki really couldn’t care what they drink and they head back to the room where they settle themselves under the comforter and put on some bullshit movie that Kirishima - inevitably - talks over the whole time. Though with being a little cross faded from both the leaving weed and alcohol, Katsuki finds himself talking just as much as the red head.
A nice and eerie silence falls over the room once Kirishima falls asleep, mouth open in a relentless snore as he’s sitting up, back against the wall and body resting all over Katsuki - his head ultimately ending up on Katsuki’s shoulder.
Katsuki looks around, suddenly aware of the situation he’s in. About what young Katsuki would think about him if he saw what he was doing - lying in bed next to his childhood best friend/crush and it kind of stuns him to realize that he is in fact in bed with a boy and he does infact kiss this boy sometimes - thus implying he does like boys... thus reminding Katsuki he kind of hates the idea of dating a woman and bringing his mind back to the end point of where it always ends up and reminding himself that yeah, he is gay. It’s something so scary to him but so mundane and normal, it’s like he does gay stuff all the time without thinking twice (like kissing Kirishima for hours on end) before he remembers this social and familial rule of boy bed with girl and only that. So then this weird sense of shame and embarrassment runs all over him in this confusing way as his mind splits into two while trying to comprehend if he is an okay person or if everyone is disappointed in him and nothing matters if nobody loves you.
He doesn’t let himself get too deep into thought - shaking his head in a cartoonish way, hoping to fling the thoughts out through his ears. It doesn’t work but he continues to think about other things while he lifts Kirishima’s head off his shoulder so he can lay down and help a sleeping Kirishima lay on the bed in a way that won’t break his neck the next morning.
He eventually falls asleep, an hour or so after Kirishima went to sleep and he is content - more than content but it’s in a gay kind of way so he doesn’t like to admit to himself he’s more than content. But the smell of cheap shampoo and clean fabric softener, and the gross smell of junk food and alcohol on Kirishima’s breath, it all feels so good and refreshing and just remind him that - hey, someone does love him, and so what if that person is another boy. That other boy is the fucking best, better than any heterosexual he’s ever met - and he’d be dammed if he let anyone let him think otherwise. Sure, people can think being gay is weird and unnatural - but he swears that Kirishima’s life is so much bigger than anyone who spends their days telling teenage boys not to kiss other boys because Kirishima is simply the most perfect and lovable person on earth - whether he’s gay or not.
Weird thought to be heard as a barley adult boy who is too faded to really know what he’s thinking as he falls asleep and surely he’ll forget he ever thought something so fucking homosexual.
If you were to walk up to an 8 year old kid who grew up in the lower middle class of America and ask him what their favorite breakfast place is, they would inevitably and undoubtedly say Waffle House.
If you were to walk up to a very tired pair of teenager-almost-adult boys who happen to go by the names of Sero and Denki - they would also tell you about their undying love for Waffle House.
Which is why you could find the pair seated half awake in a Waffle House booth, the blond sat up straight shoving what seems to be a never ending stack of thin and soggy waffles. The other sits slouched against the torn leather cushion of the booth, hood over his head, hands shoved in sweatshirt pockets and only coming out to sip his coffee.
Both of them sit content in the silence, they both understand that conversation at this hour (it’s 2pm) and mood would only be forced and uncomfortable - so they prefer the silence unless something of actual interest comes along.
They sit there for too long, Denki occasionally ordering just to not look like they’re just loitering there to pass time (even though that’s exactly what they’re doing).
It’s been about forty-five minutes since they’re gotten their food and they just now start making conversation and actually communicating since the time they’ve woken up.
Sero finally sits up to eat and as he stirs around the sugar into his coffee. “So, you know that one song, Love Shack, by that old people band?”
Denki doesn’t bother to look up, “Yeah, what about it?”
“Yeah so I was thinking about what it looked like in real life, like what the love shack would look like in real life. And I was thinking about those scenes from the disney spin-off of West Side Story where they're in the diner, yeah that’s what it would look like,” he says, finishing off by shoving a piece of soggy waffle into his mouth.
The blond sitting across from him thinks about it before answering, “Hm, yeah I get that picture but in my head it’s like that scene from that show where those two teenagers run away and like commit crimes and shit and they’re like fucked up in the head, you know that show? I think we watched it together?”
“Oh, you’re talking about ‘End of the Fucking World’?” Neither Sero or Denki said that.
They both look up at the voice who butted into the conversation, “Oh, hey Kirishima!” Denki says excitedly, suddenly perking up from his previous slouch.
Denki sees a peek of blonde before a whole head of it appears from behind Kirishima. It’s Katsuki, obviously, looking down lazily at his phone, showing no interest in the interaction happening before him.
Denki smiles excitedly, patting the empty space of the booth leather next to him, “sit! sit!” he commands with eyes so sparkly that Kirishima couldn’t even think about refusing. Quickly, Kirishima turns around and lightly shoves Katsuki into the booth next to Denki while Kirishima scoots into the space next to Sero. The black haired boy strains a smile, looking rather uncomfortable at the sudden closeness but giggling awkwardly instead of scooting away.
Denki quickly starts chatting to Katsuki, he’s rather social when he’s not absolutely stoned off his ass. Kirishima is making light conversation with Sero, who sits with a flushed face and makes very awkward eye contact.
Denki’s and Sero’s personalities are hard to digest when you first meet the two. Sober Denki is very social, typically wearing a sloppy grin and talking your ear off about something completely random. Though when he’s high, he’s more closed off, doesn’t really talk to anyone except Sero who he clings to physically like a lifeline. He’s almost rude with how distant he gets with everyone except Sero when he’s high.
Sero, on the other hand, is also a handful to understand. Sober Sero is shy, quiet, like a fly on the wall, always observing and thinking rather than talking, not to mention an anxious mess. But, when you get some weed or tobacco into this boy’s system he instantly seems to relax, stops overthinking everything and stops planning every move he makes and takes one moment at a time. He also tends to be clingy with Denki when he’s high but more in a protective way rather than a clingy way.
The two of them are confusing, but based on what Kirishima is overhearing from Denki’s rambling, Denki and Sero have known Katsuki since grade school. Kirishima went to a different grade school than them, and the four of them started going to school together in middle school, but Kirishima didn’t meet Sero and Denki until freshman year mandatory gym class. But Kirishima and Katsuki met in middle school since they have a similar academic level.
Kirishima has always wondered why Katsuki was always so patient around the two tedious boys, and just now he learned it’s because Katsuki has known them since they were kids, before they even discovered drugs.
Kirishima is listening in on Denki (and occasionally Katsuki and Sero), sipping on the chocolate milk he ordered when he sat down, when Denki’s rambling begins to get actually interesting.
“Sero already knows this, of course, but I really thought you were like, hot shit while growing up, Katsuki” Denki says casually while he shoves some hash browns into his mouth. Sero rolls his eyes at the confession, annoyed but not surprised.
Katsuki opens his mouth to reply but before he can say anything Kirishima cuts him off and asks, “You don’t think he’s hot shit anymore?” The red head leans into the table.
He’s not bothered by the confession from Denki, he’s more interested in the fact that this sounds gay. Now, he’s aware he’s jumping to conclusions, but what straight guy would admit such a thing? And maybe Kirishima is just using this as an excuse to investigate the slight beep on his gaydar that he’s had on Denki for a while. But, we’ll see how this conversation goes. Maybe Kirishima is being too forward, but to be honest he likes that trait of his, it makes an interesting conversation starter.
Denki blinks awkwardly, before scanning his eyes over Katsuki, who is wearing a pair of nicely ironed gray sweatpants and an expensive brand sweatshirt. The clothes were fitted enough to remind Denki that Katsuki had a very nicely toned body, lean and muscular. Besides his looks, he was fucking smart, rich, well mannared, treats people decently, and isn’t a popular douche, just popular. He’s really a gay boy’s first imaginary boyfriend come to life.
Denki swallowed when his eyes inevitably trailed down to the rather large dick print sitting in Katsuki’s pants.
He chuckled awkwardly, “Well, he’s definitely not not hot,” the table pauses, Denki blinks and realizes. “Hot shit I mean, I meant he’s definitely not not hot shit, lol” he said lol out loud. Who the fuck does that. People who dug themselves a hole, that’s who. How’d this conversation even start?
Sero grunted and pushed his food around on the plate.
The situation was awkward because they all caught his slip up, and neither pairs knew of each other gay shenanigans, so neither pair was confident enough in bringing it up again. They sat in silence, but Kirishima was having a silent win. He didn’t say anything as to not push the conversation more, but he still celebrated the small win to himself.
Sero cleared his throat to cut through the awkward silence, he spoke up with a quiet voice and said, “S’cuse me, I’m gonna go outside for a second,” and with that Kirishima stood up to let Sero out of the booth, who walked outside the door with a hunched walked.
Sero exhaled deeply when he got outside, speed walking to his car to find a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He walked to the side of the building where there weren’t any windows looking inside and lit up the cigarette.
He let himself pull aggressively on the stick while he allowed his thoughts to go haywire.
Really? Him? Attractive?
He didn’t say attractive but that’s exactly what he meant.
He’s just a snobby rich kid.
What does Denki see in him?
Sero recalls back to the motion of Denki checking out Katsuki in the booth, his wide eyes and his timid gulp.
Sero exhales aggressively, grumbling to himself as he throws down the cigarette and squishes it with his shoe. “Not fucking strong enough,” he muttered to himself as he walked back to his car to find his bowl and grinder.
Meanwhile, in the Waffle House, Denki continues chatting about nonsensical things, ignoring Sero’s dramatic walk out because he knows what he’s upset about and they’ve talked about it before. Denki’s rather annoyed with Sero actually, what a petty move to leave while they’re hanging out with friends.
Kirishima didn't seem to ignore Sero’s fallen attitude when he walked out though and he couldn’t resist the urge to go check on him.
The red head speaks up and interrupts Denki, “I’m gonna go check on Sero,” he says quickly before standing up and scurrying outside, fast enough to miss Katsuki’s please don't leave me here face.
When he walks outside, he looks around to try and spot Sero, but does not see him around. Scanning out in the parking lot, he sees Sero’s car, and the black haired boy sitting in it and looking down at his lap.
Kirishima quickly walks over to the passenger side and knocks on the window, making Sero look up at him with raised eyebrows and flushed cheeks. Kirishima opens the unlocked door and sits himself onto the passenger seat, closing the squeaking door behind him.
He looks at Sero with a goofy smile while Sero stares back dumbfounded.
“So, uhm,” Sero clears his throat awkwardly, “why’d u come out here?” Sero looks down at his lap and holds up the bowl to Kirishima, “Want some?”
Kirishima giggles, “Yes,” he takes the freshly packed bowl, “but that’s not why I came out here,” he brings the bowl up to his mouth and lights it and inhales before pulling it away and exhaling.
“I just noticed you seemed pretty tense when you walked out earlier, just came to see if you wanted to talk about it,” Kirishima confesses before hitting the bowl again before handing it back to Sero.
Sero groans before he also hits the bowl, a way bigger hit than Kirishima took.
Wow, Kirishima briefly thought to himself.
“I mean… it’s just… ah forget it Denki would probably piss himself if I said anything,” Sero grumbled before taking another large hit from the bowl. He exhales and coughs, maybe too big of a hit but the more you cough the better.
Kirishima hums in in interest, which is enough to get Sero spilling.
“It’s just, I know I’m not the hottest guys in the world but when I see Denki ogling a rich snob in front of me, I do get a little pissed. It’s fine if he thinks it, I just hate that he tells the whole world about it. I know he loves me but it makes me feel like im not fucking good enough and I hate feeling like that,” Sero takes a deep breath. He needs to be more high if he’s going to talk about this, following that thought he takes another too-big-hit, coughing horridly as he breathes out.
“I,” Kirishima has to think for a second, gather his thoughts before he starts to give advice.
He loves him?
Why does he care if Denki thinks he’s hotter than Katsuki?
It’s because they’re gay… right?
Katsuki has a sudden thought that thinking like this is a teensy bit messed up, turning their (potential) lovers' quarrels into a game for himself to feel accomplished with. But he’s not going to stop himself from thinking like that, but he will switch it off for a moment to console his friend(?). He takes a second to think.
“Would you like to hear advice, or would you just like me to console you and let you talk about it?” Kirishima asks with a head tilt, looking straight at Sero. Sero’s looking out the window, bowl stuck in his hand.
“That’s an interesting question,” Sero answers, not sure of the actual answer himself. Does he want advice? Will he even listen to it if he gives him advice? Probably not, he’s bitter right now.
“I think I just need to calm down, I think I’m making it a bigger deal than what I actual think. I think I’m just jealous because I’ll never look like Katsuki. But to be real, Denki chose me. He loves me, not katsuki. I can be jealous all I want but it won’t change the fact that Katsuki is an objectively attractive person. I think I’m allowed to be bitter about it but I think it’s something I also just have to come to terms with.” Sero’s eyes never left the spot outside he was looking at. Too caught up in his own thoughts to perform any other actions.
“Dude,” Kirishima starts, a smile littering his face, “I literally think you just gave yourself advice and cosoloed yourself. I think I was just here to instigate that conversation for you.” He states, trying to show he’s surprised and oddly proud of Sero for this sudden self development.
“Yeah, I think it’s the weed.”
Meanwhile, inside the Waffle house, the two other boys sit. Denki stares at Katsuki, and Katsuki is trying to pretend he doesn’t notice the eyes burning holes into him.
Katsuki coughs, he can’t take it anymore. “So do you actually think I’m hot?”
Denki flinches, but he was expecting this to be brought back up eventually he just wasn’t sure when. “I, yeah, I guess. I mean, like, objectively. Who doesn’t think you’re hot? I’m sure you’re the textbook definition of hot. Like, you could be a Playboy bunny if they had Playboy bunnies that were men. You’d make the cut, I’m telling you!” Denki takes a deep breath. He got nervous. He’s not great at expressing himself when he’s nervous.
“You’re fucking weird, but thanks?” Katsuki is not sure what to say to this. I guess this wasn’t the answer he was expecting. Not that he even knew what he was expecting, he asked the question on a whim because he couldn’t handle Denki’s silent staring.
“Well, I mean… you are hot.”
“Okay, I get it, thank you though,” Katsuki was raised to always take compliments politely, and he’s trying so hard to not break that rule.
“You have alot of muscles too? Like, how did you get that many? I guess hard work, but that’s insane. And hot.” Denki already started rambling, he can’t stop now.
“Are you gay?” It comes out before he can even think about what he says, it comes out in a hiss almost, he didn’t mean it like that though. He doesn’t know how it came out like that, he was just curious. “I’m s-”
“Yeah, I am,” Denki answers, pausing to make eye contact and take a rather menacing bite of his waffle that’s so soggy it’s falling off the fork. “Does that gross you out,” He says, his mouth full of food.
Katsuki flinches, “N-no I, I” he doesn’t know what to say, he doesn’t want to make it worse but it feels like anything he says will dig himself a bigger hole. “I think it’s fine, I really didn’t mean it to come out so condescending, I’m sorry,” He breaks eye contact to look off to the side, out the window where he can vaguely see who he assumes is Kirishima and Sero sitting in a car. “You just really emphasized how hot you thought I was, and I just asked without thinking.”
“That’s fair, just wanted to make sure you weren’t a fucking freak who was scared of gay people,” he voices, a laugh at the end. He thinks it’s funny he got Katsuki to actually look kind of scared of him. Even got him to stutter. That’s impressive on his part.
Kirishima stacks his empty plate onto a stack of other plates, getting up and stretching his hands over his head. He breathes dramatically, “Uh, now I need to go home and sleep,” he groans as he walks over to the counter to pay. Katsuki beats him, pulling his card out and putting it in the reader before the worker even comes over to check them out.
Denki gives him a questioning look.
“I feel bad, okay?” Katsuki admits as he pulls his card out.
They go out to Sero’s car, Katsuki collecting Kirishima and Denki getting into the car, next to Sero. They say their brief goodbyes and leave.
Denki peeks at Sero, noticing the look on his face.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have made it a big deal that I thought he was hot,” Denki says, in a quiet voice, almost shameful but he’s more upset that he hurt Sero’s feelings so he deals with the embarrassment of an apology in hopes that it helps.
“I really think it’s okay, I mean I think it was a weird thing to talk about in general, especially after I’ve told you about my insecurities, but it just kind of clicked that you like me and you also think I’m hot and you kiss me, you’ve never even kissed Katsuki so I’m really not that upset.” Sero speaks in one big breath, as if he’s physically pushing this off his chest.
Denki smiles so big, “I’m really so happy that you know I love you,” he speaks gently, his eyes all sparkly.
“That’s cringe,” Sero says with an amusingly straight face, but it puts Denki into a fit of laughter.
The other pair hop into theirs rather quickly, closing the car doors and Katsuki starting the car up. They manage to pull out of the parking lot before they both talk over each other.
“Sero’s definitely gay,”
“Denki is gay,”
They pause before sighing in relief, glad that they’re on the same page. Kirishima piques up, “Does… that mean they’re dating or…”
“I think it would be wrong of us to assume that, but yes. One hundred percent, I think they’re dating,” Katsuki says factually.
Kirishima laughs, and Katsuki follows suit.