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Shitty-Hair (10:31): so.
Bakugou had to snort. What the hell sort of text was that?
Bakugou (10:32): ...yeah?
Normally he wouldn't bother to try and pry after reading such a dumb opening, but it was Kirishima, and he really wanted to know what that guy was thinking right now, so fuck it. Taking a bite from his apple, he crossed his feet on the front desk and watched interestedly as the dots hopped up and down, signalling the other was typing out a reply already.
Hitoshi and Ocha were currently walking up and down the entry room in front of him, holding the new A2 format shots Mei brought over before to different spots along the wall and trying to decide which to use and which just to store for potential use later, and Katsuki sighed. Not like they'd fucking hang there for long. That damn woman wanted to do a new shoot every three weeks or so – it was only a matter of time until she came around again with new damn photographs.
Another low beep and ruby eyes snapped back to the screen.
Shitty-Hair (10:32): so.
Urgh. Katsuki's eyes rolled so hard he thought he might topple over with his fucking chair. Was that idiot actively trying to grate on his last fucking nerve like a pro or did he just decide to not give a shit about that whole concept called sentences anymore –
Shitty-Hair (10:32): i'm 24 years old and totally not a minor anymore and all, but … u maybe wanna hang out today after school or sumthin?
He choked on his bite at that, a startled roar of laughter ripping from his chest as he quickly put his feet back down on the floor to fucking breathe again. His throat burned from exertion and he had to blink away tears, hand clutching his chest for dear life while Ocha and Hitoshi stared at him as if to fucking assess his sanity or something. Good god. He waved them off in annoyance, making them go back to whatever shit they were arguing about before while he got his shit together again. Was Ei fucking trying to kill him? Tattooed fingers rushed over the display, typing out a response.
Bakugou (10:34): what the fuck, Ei. just about died rn. u don't have ta write that shit every freakin time u write 'bout school now, dumbass
It was actually fucking hilarious how Kirishima felt so damn bad about almost getting Katsuki arrested that he now started just about every other sentence with his age and profession. The artist rolled his eyes once more – it wasn't as if any of the damn women he worked with would ever forget Eijirou again, anyhow. Ocha still blushed bright red whenever she was reminded of that fucking incident a few weeks back, and Mina was alternating between making a move on Ei herself whenever he came around and teasing the hell out of Katsuki because he hadn't gotten into 'that yummy hunk's delicious pants' yet, as she liked to put it.
Fucking hell. That wench had no fucking idea just how much he wanted to get into those shitty pants, but whatever. He'd never been a patient man, even if the damn situation called for it, but all good things came to those who wait they said.
Shitty-Hair (10:35): just a precaution. don't want u in prison before i can get my hands on u
„ … “
Then again, Katsuki'd never really given a fuck about shitty idioms, either.
„Hey, Katsuki – you okay with it like this?“, Shinsou called out to him then, ripping him from his questionable thoughts, and he lifted his head to take a look at the changes his employees had made while he was sitting there and texting like a fucking school girl.
A big shot of some guy hung directly next to the entrance now, taken from his right side as he lifted one lean but muscled, tattooed arm just right so his eyes were hidden between freshly inked fingers. Humming in interest, the artist put away his phone for now and got up to take a closer look at it.
The motive looked astonishing, he'd admit; a weird mix between Neo Traditional and Japanese Style he'd never come across in that form before – had to be another new work by Shinsou, he was sure of it. Snake-like bands were starting at the fingers already, looping over the digits and meeting up in a ribbon, about two inches wide, before winding all the way up the man's arm until it ended just short of his neck in an impression of a hand trying to make a grab for the guy's throat. Huh. Certainly a heavy theme, but dark green and turquoise colored elements from japanese art like some Koi filling up the bands broke the dark aura of it all and made the man's green hair pop –
Wait a sec.
„'Toshi. Fucking tell me I'm not looking at Deku right now“, he blurted, eyes slowly widening in horror as he took in the goddamn gigantic shot in front of him, silently begging for the violet-haired man to prove him wrong –
„No can do, boss“, Shinsou smirked, walking next to him with crossed arms and taking in the picture again, totally pleased with himself and ignoring the appalled look he got from his boss. „Isn't Izuku just so.. enticing?“
„..Oh. My. Fucking. God.“ Katsuki turned around as if fucking thunderstruck. „I'm gonna puke so damn hard“, he gasped out, suddenly looking as green in the face as his idiotic childhood friend's goddamn hair when Ochako laughed and patted his shoulder in pacification. „Be fucking glad that work's so good, 'Toshi – else I'd fucking light that shit up just about now“, he growled. „Bleh – so disgusting..“
„C'mon, Bakugou! It's such a beautiful shot, even you have to admit it!“, Ocha smiled, looking back at the wall in thought, „but I still wonder why you didn't ask Kirishima to come over for a shoot yet. He's just so pretty; if we could hang a shot of him and his tattoo in here that would totally – “
Katsuki interrupted her before she could finish her thought. „Oh, hell no. I know how Mei gets when she sees someone like him – she's gonna make him strip down to his fucking underwear and then post the fucking pictures everywhere. Like hell I'm gonna let that mad woman get her way with him“, he growled angrily, flopping back down into his seat and stubbornly pulling out his phone again. „It's gotta have to have been the same with Deku, right?“
Now it was Shinsou's turn to frown as he turned away from his boyfriend's photograph. „Yeah.. actually, that's exactly what went down. Had to fucking bribe her to hand the shot over to me exclusively..“ Violet eyes rolled at the memory and he distractedly ran an inked hand over his hair, pulled back in a lazy half bun today.
Katsuki only huffed at Hitoshi's confirmation. Oh no, noone was gonna get the chance to just ogle the freakishly hot redhead but him.
He'd never really given a shit about what his past boyfriends did – they could've walked down mainstreet in the nude for all he cared, honestly – but when it came to Eijirou he felt like he was gonna murder everyone who'd so much as look at the teacher the wrong way. He groaned at the thought; being a possessive little shit was just about the last thing on his 'this turns me on' list, but he honestly couldn't fucking help it and he'd long since gotten over his damn pride to admit that he was totally wrapped around Ei's little finger. So. Fucking. What.
Looking down while his friends argued about Mei and her obsession for beautiful naked skin some more, he noticed he'd gotten some new texts in the meantime.
Shitty-Hair (10:41): u still there, handsome?
Shitty-Hair (10:44): gonna be done at about 3pm! gotta go now though, got another class rn
Shitty-Hair (10:44): to teach. u know. since i'm a teacher. (24, not a minor and all..)
Bakugou burst out laughing again – that guy was such an idiot, it was fucking unbelievable. He was already typing out a response when the front door suddenly opened, making him look up again before pressing 'send' only to see fucking Kaminari walking over to him. He groaned and leant back in his chair at his friend's usual stupid grin.
„Yo, Baku-bro – just gonna give you the keys back real fast! Saved my life, dude!“, he grinned and threw a key ring at the explosive blond with a goddamn bow. Katsuki just growled and caught it without a hitch; he'd totally forgotten about lending that dumbass his bike last week when his freakishly old car died on him again out of the blue, but he wasn't gonna admit that.
„Stop curtsying, you little shit. Who are you, fucking Shakespeare?“, he rolled his eyes and put the keys down on his table for later while Kaminari sputtered some nonsense about the 'gentlemanly way of life' or some shit before greeting Ocha and Shinsou with a fucking secret handshake or something. Damn nerds. „I fucking hope for your sake that it's still in the same condition as it was last week, Denki..?“ The threat turned more into a question at the end because, let's be real, Kaminari obviously'd never ever taken Katsuki and his moods seriously before and he probably wasn't gonna start now, so what the hell.
„Sure, dude! Runs like a charm – “, Denki broke off and suddenly smirked at him with a knowing grin, making Katsuki shrink back into his chair in defense, „you never asked that before, though – you still gotta be somewhere today, man?“
Bakugou could feel his cheeks heat up. God damnit – Kaminari just got his fucking brightest moments at times noone ever wanted him to, it was like fucking Newton's fourth law or something. Ignoring the way his friend's eyes widened at his blush, he turned back to his phone, tuning out the blonde's giddy jumps as best as he could while finally typing a reply to Kirishima.
Bakugou (10:48): *facepalm* alright, gonna pick u up at 3 then – c u, teach
He tuned in on the others' conversation again then, only to be faced with Denki's smug laughter. „Dude! So, like, you and Kirishima! That's just unreal , you know?!“
„Urgh, thanks a fucking bunch, bitches“, the artist groaned at his employees in exasperation, but predictably none of them showed any remorse for selling him out to Kaminari, so the only way he knew to save his fucking hide was to divert and deflect, „And you – don't you dare fucking tease me about a damn date, Fuse-Brain. Get your shit together yourself and ask Mina out already, will ya?!“
Now it was the other blonde's turn to blush like a fucking cherry, and he had to smirk in victory. It was just too damn easy, sometimes.
„Dude! Shut the hell up!“, the other blonde yelled, looking around frantically for any sign of the pink-haired tattoo artist, „She's gonna hear you, Katsuki!“
An ash blonde eyebrow rose at that and piercing ruby eyes stared the nervous electrician in front of him down mercilessly. „She's not here, dumbass – it's her fucking day off“, he teased, a self-satisfied smirk pulling up his lips at the fact that Fuse-Brain even forgot to call him anything other than his actual name for a change in his state of panic. Fucking hilarious. „Never gonna stand a chance if ya can't even remember her fucking schedule, you moron.“
Ochako had to snort at that, only to be confronted with Denki's devastated face immediately afterwards. „Oh – that's not true!“, she instantly backpedaled, frantically waving her tiny hands around and stepping closer to Kaminari to put a reassuring palm on his shoulder – but that idiot still looked like he was gonna fucking cry any minute now. Katsuki rolled his eyes once again. Fucking wimps all over the place today.
He looked up at Shinsou when the violet-haired man chuckled and walked over to lean against the desk next to him. „If you wanna go out with her that bad, why don'tcha come over on saturday?“ Hitoshi laughed a little when Kaminari's head all but snapped in their direction in interest. „We're gonna finish her back in the evening, so the whole gang's gonna be here late and drink some beer afterwards or something“, lilac purple eyes met narrowed ruby ones in a bored but mischievous stare before continuing, „Izuku's gonna be here, too.“
Katsuki threw his head back in a loud groan, making Hitoshi snort with laughter next to him, and he already knew this was gonna be the worst fucking evening he'd ever have in his fucking life. Fucking hours spent with goddamn Deku, and all of that in his fucking free time. He couldn't see any possible way to get out of that shitty get-together without taking drastic measures, so he hauled his head back up and fixed all of those idiots with a challenging stare. „Fucking fine – but Ei's gonna come as well or someone's gonna fucking die on saturday“, he grit.
„Aaaww – So Kirishima's the one true knight to tame the eternal beast, huh?“, Kaminari gushed and leant over the table in delight. He was blinking rapidely in a disgusting show of drama, and Katsuki just couldn't control himself before he shoved a palm into that idiots face and pushed him backwards out of his space with a 'Tsk', only earning him a pained laugh from the man. „So, he also the one you gonna hang out with today?“
God damnit. Katsuki grit his teeth in annoyance; there was just no getting rid of that stupidly attentive pain in his ass, was there? „Yeah – so what? Got a problem with that, Sparky?!“
Kaminari just laughed and leant back on his table – what the hell was it with people just using it as chair all the time, anyway? – before answering in an amused voice. „Nah, not at all, bro. Dude's gonna drop dead when he sees ya – you gonna go with the bike, right? 'Shima's such a sucker for bad boys, he's gonna love that shit.“
„ … “ Huh. He'd actually thought about just going there by bus as he didn't know what the redhead even wanted to do after school (god, that still sounded wrong somehow – he had to get his fucking head out of his ass, damnit), but if Kaminari was right, and he didn't wanna admit it but he probably was, then taking his black Kawasaki for a ride again might actually sound like a nice plan.. „So you actually do know what you're talking about from time to time, huh?“, he just quipped, trying and failing not to show his complacency just then.
„You got no idea, dude“, Denki grinned, turning his head from Shinsou back to him and throwing him a dark little smirk, „just take another helmet with ya and he's gonna fucking beg ya for more.“
And that single tempting line was exactly the reason he found himself leaning back against his black naked bike a few hours later, directly in front of U.A. highschool, waiting for Ei to finally exit the building. Fuck. He'd not even admit it under torture, but he was so fucking giddy to see the redhead's reaction, he could barely stop his damn foot from bouncing under him as if charged.
He'd gone to school here as well, already making memories rush back he really just wanted to bury six feet under once and for all. But standing here once more now and feeling like a fucking teenage dirtbag waiting for his sweetheart to come around with fucking Maiden tickets didn't make the whole situation any better.
He cursed under his breath.
Even fucking Aizawa had come by a few minutes ago, doing an understandable double-take before coming over and talking to him for a bit. It was just the standard conversational shit he never would have thought Aizawa would parttake in – how he was, what he did for a living – and he'd wanted to answer that it had to be fucking obvious where he worked before realizing there wasn't a tattoo in sight just then. The chilly early october air had forced him into a skintight black leather jacket paired with a thick dark scarf and gloves – so his former teacher couldn't see shit of all the ink. Might've been better that way, as well.
It wasn't entirely unpleasant to talk to the dark-haired man again after all those years, but he still felt kinda relieved when the other bid him goodbye and hurried down the street to his old car, making Katsuki huff a laugh at the realization that Shouta must have felt as awkward about all of this as himself. That's when he finally realized that it was already 3:08pm and the redhead was still nowhere in sight.
Frowning, he zipped the pocket of his jacket open and removed a glove to unlock his phone's screen. Damn, he'd gotten a message and hadn't even felt it.
Shitty-Hair (14:59): hey Katsuki! something came up, gonna take a bit longer still – i'm at the b-ball court behind school rn, come over when u're here!
Snorting loudly, he pocketed his phone once more and started in that direction. Who the hell even said 'b-ball' still today, was he the fucking prince of Bel-Air or something? Shaking his head with a laugh he rounded the corner, already seeing the big basketball court surrounded by wire mesh in the back. Moving closer still, voices began to ring around him until he finally stopped directly outside of it, catching a glimpse of three figures jumping around inside.
Ah. There he was.
Kirishima stood out like a sore thumb – his flaming hair pulled up into a high bun, wild strands secured tightly by a black bandana that prevented them from dropping into shockingly focused crimson eyes, drawn into narrow slits from exertion, but still dead-set on the ball moving around in front of him – feral and wild, almost like a tiger's. The long sleeves of his simple, black shirt – not unlike the one he'd worn the first time they met – were pushed back to his elbows again, moving with the breeze and allowing a look at that stupid lettering grazing his beautiful, sweaty neck – but from the looks of it he didn't feel the cold air around him at all.
He intercepted the ball just then, skillfully outplaying the dark-haired one of his two opponents, feet dancing over the rough surface with incredible grace when he suddenly twisted around. The movement made his wide blood red basketball shorts billow as he jumped up out of nowhere, landing a three pointer with practised ease, even though both of the boys with him tried to block him. His resulting little laugh at their synchronized groan was enough to make the artist grab at the mesh in front of him for support as his heart squeezed almost painfully in his chest.
Fuck. That idiot was just too freaking hot for this damn planet.
The resulting metallic creak made the players look up confusedly, until Kirishima's gaze found his own and the redhead's features lit up like a fucking supernova. Katsuki puffed out a breath he hadn't even noticed he was holding in when the teacher quickly excused himself to jog over to the door at the side, exiting with a stupidly broad grin.
„You're here!“, he exclaimed excitedly and ran up to the stunned artist to pull him into a quick, but surprisingly tight embrace. Katsuki huffed exasperatedly but returned the warm hug nonetheless with equal emotion.
„No shit“, he grumbled, pulling away shortly after, „told'ya I'd come for you, didn't I?“ His ruby eyes found their way back to the two boys left on the court in a try to calm down a raging blush on his cheeks. He shook his head distractedly, noting how the ash blonde kid and his blue-haired companion seemed to exude a tense aura without their teacher in there with them. Weird. „So, what was it that came up suddenly – got challenged to a duel to the death by those punks?“
Eijirou barked a laugh and quickly glanced over to the two teens as well, frowning slightly when he noticed they were arguing about something now from the looks of it. Turning back to his date, he just sighed and ran a quick hand over the bandana in thought. „Kinda. The two of them got a detention for getting into a fight, and I proposed an unconventional way for them to work out their aggression..“
Katsuki glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. „You let them come out here and team up against you.“ It was a statement, not a question, but Ei nodded nonetheless, making him hum in thought. „That's actually brilliant. Wish Aizawa had thought about that for Deku and me back in highschool“, he winced, watching Ei's eyes find his in surprise, „I always jumped at the chance to rip his throat out. Just the typical emo kid with no grip on his fucking emotions whatsoever.“
He put a palm over his eyes in shame at the dumb way he had acted towards his classmate back then when Kirishima just laughed loudly next to him. „Yeah, you two just seemed to click the day you did my tattoo“, the redhead snorted, making Katsuki groan in defeat before the teacher continued with more gravity than before, leaning back against the wire mesh tiredly. „They just fight all the time – and not just with words. There was another fistfight today, and two before that since monday; they just clash all the time it seems..“
Katsuki's eyes narrowed in thought, dragging back to the two young men, probably seventeen if not eighteen already, debating angrily as the blonde shoved the other one out of his space with an angry snarl. „Have they always been like this?“, he asked interestedly, tracking their movements absentmindedly. „Could it be they actually – oh fuck.“
His wide-eyed curse made the teacher stand up straight and turn around instantly, crimson eyes dilating as well as they fell on his students going at each other's throats in a all-out brawl in the middle of the court now. The blonde one had a split lip already, snarking at the other while the dark-haired shouted back and moved in for another shot, hissing when that got him into a headlock instead and thrashing around wildly to somehow get out of it again. Kirishima cursed loudly.
„Dabi! Hawks! Get the hell away from each other!“, he called alarmed, taking off towards those damn fuckers before Katsuki could even throw in another word, making the tattoo artist swear as well while running after the teacher.
The redhead was only a few feet from them then, being a good fraction faster than himself, and he grit his teeth as he thought back to how he'd have reacted back in school if someone had pulled him off Deku. „Fucking – Ei! Don't just barge in or – “
The dark haired one somehow broke away from the chokehold then, just when Ei managed to get between them, and jumped back up wildly without even taking a closer look at his surroundings, stiking out with a snarl –
– only to connect with Eijirou's temple in a gruesome smash next.
Turquise eyes widened instantly as soon as he saw who he got with that blow, and it was obvious that all fight left both of those fuckers the instant their teacher staggered back with a small, pained groan, holding his no doubt throbbing brow with a nimble hand.
It was obvious, but Katsuki just saw fucking red right then.
He charged at that dark-haired fucker without holding back even a bit, the roar ripping from his chest sounding to fucking savage in his ears he didn't even recognize himself just then. „You FUCKER“,he was all but screaming now, slamming into the wide-eyed teen without remorse and just fucking decking that little bitch like no tomorrow, quickly going after him and pushing him chest-down into the red soil, pinning the fucking arm that just hit Kirishima behind his back until he whined in pain. „Who the FUCK do you even think you are, hah?!
Even that ash blonde kid tried to pry him away now, and he would have fucking laughed at the irony of it all, but as it was he was so fucking furious he barely even remembered his own name at that point.
That was, until warm arms wrapped around him from behind – again – and he struggled against the grip when he was pulled off the teen just like he'd been pulled back weeks ago from his try to go after Kaminari. A warm chuckle filtered over the noise of all the blood rushing through his ears, and he immediately stopped thrashing around when he felt that warm breath hit his neck once more.
„Now I kinda got a guess how you were with Deku back in highschool“, Eijirou laughed quietly, setting him down carefully. A big, warm hand lightly brushed his hair from behind in a soothing motion before the teacher finally let go and walked around the explosive, huffing man in front of him to move over to his groaning student. „You okay, Dabi?“, he asked, one hand sheepishly brushing the back of his head while the other was stretched out in a silent offer towards the blue-haired boy.
Dabi just coughed and nodded, taking his hand and letting himself be hauled up again while Katsuki looked on in horror.
Fuck.
He'd just whacked a student. A student. And while that concept wasn't all that strange to Katsuki, the thought had been a lot less unsettling while he was a student himself still. Pulling a palm over his mouth in terror, he almost missed how the boy littered with purple scars waved Ei off with a huff and bowed deep towards the surprised teacher.
„I'm sorry“, he ground out, „I never wanted – it shouldn't have been – just sorry.“ His deep voice seemed so tired, and the young man didn't even put up a fight when the blonde kid – Hawks, he reckoned – circled him to look for any kind of injury with what awfully looked like worry all over his face. Huh. So he had been right.. Katsuki sighed and brushed a hand over his face, shocked about his own behaviour.
„That's actually my line, kid“, he murmured and walked back over, bowing to Dabi just like he'd done moments before, „I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me – I never should have even touched you, but I – “
„It's okay, dude“, the other just interrupted without a care, pierced face pulling into a frown, „that reaction was totally expected I guess.“ Hawks awfully looked like he wanted to protest, eyeing Katsuki with utter resentment now and making the tattoo artist shrink into himself from embarrassment, but Dabi just shook his head at him, making the blonde teen huff and look away, hand shooting out to brush over his split lip distractedly.
„Okay guys.. “, Kirishima laughed awkwardly, and it was only then that Katsuki noticed the cut on his eyebrow, bleeding profusely and making the redhead squeeze his right eye shut uncomfortably to prevent blood from running into it.
His eyes widened and he took a step towards the teacher, fingers carefully clasping around his beautiful head to take a closer look at the wound. „Ei, you're – “
But the other didn't even let him finish his sentence, just leaning in to steal a quick and totally unsatisfying kiss before pulling away again and leaving the blonde to stare at him in surprise. „It's nothing, love. Hawks – let's go to the nurse's real quick. I'd like to have her take a look at your lip“, everyone of them rolled their eyes at that – it was just typical of him to worry about the kid when he was bleeding like a bitch himself, that idiot. Still, his little nickname was new, and Bakugou's heart all but stopped at hearing it. „Katsuki, can you stay here with Dabi? I'd like to talk about this some more when we get back, actually..“
His ruby gaze met the boy's turquoise one before they both turned back to Kirishima with a nod. The teacher just hummed contentedly before motioning Hawks to follow him, leaving the men who'd been all over each other on the floor just minutes ago behind in an awkward silence.
Katsuki fidgeted, annoyed with himself until he just sighed in defeat and plopped down to the red soil unceremoniously, crossing his legs lazily in front of him and leaning back onto his hands. Seconds ticked by unbearably slowly, Dabi looking just as uncomfortable as he felt right then, and he was just about to get up again restlessly when the teen finally gave in and flopped down two feet from him as well. A low sigh left his lips.
„So..“, the teen surprised him by speaking up first, prompting ruby eyes to snap to his form before continuing in thought, „..you guys together?“
His eyes narrowed a fraction, interested that Dabi would bring that question up first. Slowly tilting his head and staring ahead at the school building again he hummed in thought. „I don't know actually..“, he admitted, feeling the teen's stare on his face as he tried to sort his mind, „We've only known each other for little over a month, so I actually don't quite know how to label all of it yet.. But if I have any say in it, then yes.“
He glanced back at the little punk next to him then, observing how the scarred skin around his mouth pulled into a little frown at that. Dabi was really interesting, he realized then; one would have thought that the purple marks trailing over his lower face and neck – also parts of his arms as far as Katsuki could tell – should have taken away from his good looks, but they rather seemed to have the opposite effect.
The dark blue hair and brows contrasted strikingly well with his burning electric blue eyes, and all the piercings he had all over his face and ears added to his mysterious charm somehow. He seemed like the quiet, dark type, but obviously had his heart at the right spot if his apology from before could be taken seriously. Wide, black clothes conceiled most of his figure, but from his movements during the game before Katsuki would've been ready to bet that there was lean muscle hidden under all that fabric.
The older man hummed in thought. Should he..? Or maybe he was overstepping, then. He had no experience in dealing with teenage kids whatsoever – aside from goddamn knocking Dabi down before, which didn't exactly speak in his favor so far – so he had no fucking idea what should and shouldn't be said. But he also didn't like the tense silence surrounding them right now, so he decided to try and get a rise out of the strange boy for now – it was how he'd worked that age, at least.
„You know, printer ink tattoos are just so fucking nineties“, he commented smugly, pointedly staring at the boy's wrist. Dabi jerked in surprise at that, obviously not having been called out about it before, until his eyes narrowed in annoyance, fixing Katsuki with a defiant glare while pulling the sleeve back down to cover said patch of skin up.
„What the hell do you know, bitch?“, he growled lowly, sitting up straight when Katsuki just laughed at his reaction and threw his head back to stare at the blue skies above. Turning his wrist and pulling his right glove off just enough to only present that little god-awful piece of skin on the back of his hand he never had the guts to cover up properly yet, he turned back to Dabi. Ruby orbs watched calmly as wide-eyed realization fell over those unique features. „Is that .. ?“, the teen trailed off, leaning closer to squint at the washed out edges of the pure fucking poetry that was the lone word 'DIE' carved under the older man's skin there in an ugly cyan color – printer ink.
„Been there, done that“, Katsuki murmured, pulling the glove back on and leaning back on both hands once more. He'd almost forgotten about that, he realized; that tribal hadn't really been his first one – just the first proper one. The boy next to him fell silent, looking at the ground in front of him as if it held all the fucking answers to the world, only making Katsuki identify with him that much more, it almost hurt. „You're in love with him, aren't you?“ He chose his wording deliberately, not using 'like' on purpose, just to try and draw out the strongest reaction possible –
– so he was surprised when the blue-haired man just laughed without any humor. „Yeah“, he murmured, sinking further into himself, „for quite some time now.“
Bakugou just hummed in acknowledgement. Well, fuck. That shit just got far too complicated for his liking, making his eyes narrow in thought. What the hell should he tell him now – to confess? He huffed. „Dude's head over heels for you, too. Nearly strangled me for touching ya before, kid“, he told him then, but he was sure it wouldn't change the younger man's idea of his friend's feelings in the slightest. Perhaps a different approach, then..
„..You sure you wanna deck him all the time, though?“, he chuckled, drawing a wince from the other. „Guess everyone's different and all, but I honestly wanted ta kill ya for punching Ei before“, he murmured. „Sorry again for that, by the way. Just wanna say that I could never touch him like that myself..“ Dabi pulled his head into his hands at that, and Katsuki realized he'd hit a sore spot then, understanding dawning slowly the more he watched the teen. „Ah.. it's just always been your dynamics, hasn't it? You don't know how to change that shit without being overly obvious.“ It was overcompensation, huh? A damn shame.
Bakugou could almost hear him grit his teeth next to him in frustration, sobs threatening to wreck his body as he tried to get a grip of himself again – without success, from the looks of it.
„What the – what the hell have you done now, you fucker?!“, an upset voice startled them both then, and they looked up to see Hawks running over to them from where he'd just been walking next to Ei. His angry growl made Katsuki chuckle, and he just watched relaxedly how the ash blonde guy kneeled in front of Dabi then, gently prying scarred hands from the dark-haired guy's face to look into shocked watery cyan eyes. Burning embers then fixed on the tattoo artist from his crouched position, narrowing in anger. „Leave him the fuck alone, bitch!“
Kirishima came to a stop next to him then, sighing tiredly and squatting down next to Katsuki as well, hovering over him with that reassuring presence of his and smiling softly in exasperation. „Alright, why don't we just all kiss and make up, huh?“, the redhead teased good-naturedly, making Hawks blush bright red and reel back. Hah. It seemed he wasn't the only one who'd called one of them out.
He watched Dabi's eyes widen now in shock; how he really took in his spluttering crush' for what felt like the first time, and Katsuki somehow got the feeling then that they'd get their shit together soon.
„Anyway, I hope both of you get that today really doesn't need a repeat. At all“, the teacher continued, leaning on Katsuki's shoulder for support before getting up once more in a way that made him wanna moan at the redhead's delicious scent just then.
He realized Ei had quickly changed his clothes while he was inside with Hawks, now standing next to him in old, washed out jeans and a wide, blood red shirt with a black 'Crimson Riot' label over it. A black leather jacket was gripped in his right hand, no doubt looking idiotically good on him, making Katsuki groan in defeat as he got up as well.
Both of his students just nodded their understanding, necks still flushed bright red from embarrassment when Kirishima nodded in satisfaction. „Okay, guys. If ya wanna play again sometime, just come and get me“, he grinned and ruffled a hand through Hawks' hair, tousling the locks and earning an indignant yelp from the blonde and muffled laughter from the other two. „Please, just talk some more, okay? No more fighting? Scout's honor?“
Dabi just snorted at that and wiped a quick hand over his eyes before getting up, pulling a protesting Hawks along with him. „Yeah, I'll try.“
The teacher just nodded and tousled Dabi's hair now as well – seemingly for good measure. His grin was so fucking bright it almost blinded Katsuki. „Cool – then get home save, guys!“, he called before turning around and nodding his head at the tattoo artist to signal it was time to get out of here.
He just nodded in understanding and went to move after the redhead – he got absolutely no idea why he seemed so happy when he had a fresh band-aid struck square over his right brow, but whatever – when a sudden thought made him stop in his tracks and turn back to Dabi, who was now brushing careful fingers over Hawks' lip, so focused he totally ignored the blonde teen's blush while at it. Katsuki rolled his eyes but called out to him nonetheless.
„Hey, Dabi!“ When the addressed man's eyes snapped to him, he finally made a move and shrugged out of his black gloves, pocketing them carefully. Looping his scarf over his head and throwing it over his arm before taking off his leather jacket altogether, he turned to the youngsters once more.
Wide turquoise and amber eyes traced over his bare arms and neck then, finally getting a good look at what was hidden under all his clothes before, and he had to grin when Dabi's shocked gaze found his own after taking all of his inked skin in. „Wha – ?“
„The name's Bakugou Katsuki“, he knew he'd be found by his name alone as the whole shop ran on him. „If you wanna know how to do them the right way sometime, just come over.“
He threw his jacket over his shoulder then and stuck his hands in his pockets, finally walking after Kirishima who was already waiting for him at the corner. He didn't turn around again, but he knew Dabi had understood what he said.
„What's up?“, Eijirou asked with an easy grin when he finally caught up with him, making him grin in return, just shaking his head. The teacher huffed annoyed at his silence, but let it slide with a slight bump to his shoulder, drawing a laugh out of them both. „So“, the redhead started again the same way he'd started all of his damn texts that day, and Katsuki groaned exasperatedly, making Ei chuckle once more before continuing. „You actually got into a fist-fight for me.. That's so manly, Katsuki“, he drawled, barking a laugh at the hot blush spreading over Bakugou's face then.
„Wha – that was – I wasn't – shut up!“, he spluttered mortified, looking anywhere but at the giggling redhead next to him. That was so fucking embarrassing, he could hear his fucking blood rush through his damn ears and his whole face burned up like never before. Shaking his head as if to get rid of his damn blush, his eyes caught on his bike and he stopped short with a grin.
Time to turn the situation around again.
Shrugging into his jacket and scarf once more, he walked over to the parking spot in front of the entrance, leaving Kirishima to call after him in confusion until he finally reached his bike and leaned back on it, grabbing one of the two helmets off the handlebar and holding it out towards the wide-eyed redhead.
Now it was Ei's turn to flush bright red, mouth opening and closing without actually saying a word while he took cautious steps until he stopped directly in front of the tattoo artist. „You – is that your – I mean – That's so fucking hot, I – ..“ Katsuki snorted amused and relished the delicious warm skin on the redhead's neck, getting the lunatic thought that he wanted to lick all over it until it calmed down again.
Pushing the helmet into waving hands he took a step closer and brought his lips softly to the beautiful other man's, effectively quieting him down to a content hum. Running an inked hand through crimson hair to pull Eijirou closer still, he slowly tugged on the hairband and bandana to finally card nimble fingers through wild locks.
He eventually pulled back, a pang of desire shooting though him at the half-lidded crimson stare fixing him hazily; blood red hair wild and untamed, running in thick waves down over broad shoulders and Katsuki's fucking heart stopped again and –
„Fuck“, he rasped, pulling his own helmet over his head before Ei could see the mad blush on his own face and hopping on, starting the engine with trembling hands. „We're going – fucking hop on!“
Ei startled from his thoughts, eyes slowly clearing until he nodded in a daze and got on the backseat, arms naturally coming around Katsuki's waist again and the blonde was just in fucking heaven right then. Shaking his head, he turned back slightly before putting an ungloved hand over one of Ei's to give a small squeeze before kicking the bike down into first gear.
„Alright then“, he grinned madly when the arms around him tightened some more, mirroring his own excitement as he pulled out to the streets,
„Hold on tight, spider monkey.“