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Katsuki watches Hitoshi as he takes another shot at the dart board. He can barely take his eyes off him, and he doesn't really see why he should either.
There's hardly anything more interesting or captivating in this bar than Hitoshi, aiming confidently at the board and then smirking all self-satisfied when he hits exactly where he meant to.
"Lucky shot," Katsuki forces himself to say when Hitoshi turns towards him with such a smug expression that Katsuki wants to kiss it off.
Which is a no-go, because Hitoshi doesn't care for him like that and Katsuki knows better than to enrage the most accomplished underground hero of their generation.
"You wish," Hitoshi shoots back without missing a beat. "I'm going to wipe the floor with you, just like I always do."
It sounds like a promise more than anything else and even though it grates, that there's truth to Hitoshi's words—Katsuki really cannot beat him at darts—the night is hardly over.
"Yeah, and then I'll beat your damn ass at billiard and then what?"
"And then we're back at square one, like always," Hitoshi laughs out and Katsuki's gaze gets stuck on his mouth and then his throat when he throws his head back.
He really is so damn beautiful and Katsuki would love to get his mouth on that freshly exposed skin but before he can do something horribly stupid or gets caught staring like a creep, Ei materialises at his side and effectively pulls Katsuki's attention away from Hitoshi.
"What are you guys laughing about?" he asks, giving Katsuki a subtle dig with his elbow and shooting him a warning glare, because yeah.
Katsuki is goddamn fucking obvious when Ei doesn't keep an eye on him and it's a miracle Hitoshi hasn't caught on to Katsuki's feelings yet.
Which is partly to blame on Hitoshi's obliviousness but most of the credit goes to Ei, who seems to always know when Katsuki is about to dig his own grave and swoops in like the goddamn hero he is.
"We were just goofing off," Hitoshi almost dismissively says and turns his back on them, going back to absolutely obliterating Katsuki at darts.
"Yeah, sure," Ei mutters, with a pointed look at Katsuki who can feel himself blush because it's kind of embarrassing getting caught staring at his crush like a love-sick fool by his best friend.
"Shut up," he grumbles but knocks their shoulders together anyway to let Ei know how grateful he is.
"Sorry for interrupting then," Ei cheerfully says and promptly leaves Katsuki to his own devices again, but Katsuki is reassured by the knowledge that Ei always has an eye on him and that he's always ready to swoop in to save Katsuki from the embarrassment of having his crush be made known.
"Whatever," Hitoshi mumbles, his voice a bit more cutting than it really should be and Katsuki frowns at him.
"You good? Losing your touch or something?" he guesses and leans to the side to look past Hitoshi at the board.
Well, fuck, there's no fucking way Katsuki can beat him now.
"You wish," Hitoshi immediately replies and that smug smile makes a return. "You wanna try your luck or are you going to admit defeat and we move on?"
Katsuki wants to say that they should move on because he's already lost, but his pride won't allow that, so he gets up and takes the darts Hitoshi offers him.
"As if I go down without a fucking fight," Katsuki tells him, earning himself a grin that almost seems proud and Katsuki quickly diverts his attention towards the board.
Hitoshi really is dangerous to Katsuki's sanity and of course the lingering memory of that smirk and the ghost of a touch when he took those darts only makes concentrating on the game that much harder.
To no one's surprise, Katsuki loses this round and he's still grumbling about it when they move on to billiards.
Which is a new kind of hell for Katsuki because Hitoshi has the juiciest ass Katsuki has ever seen—it must be all that squatting on rooftops—and him bending over the billiard table to get his shot off is not helping with Katsuki's concentration.
Especially not when Hitoshi's shirt also rides up and reveals the small of his back and Katsuki wants nothing more than to lean forward and kiss that exposed sliver of skin.
"Wow, you really don't know when to quit, do you?" Ei laughs out, bumping into Katsuki's side and effectively tearing his attention away from Hitoshi mere seconds before his restraint would have snapped.
"I'm gonna beat his ass at this, just you wait," Katsuki grumbles and Ei bites back a laugh.
Katsuki doesn't even need to hear him say it—beat his ass, haha, you wish—but since he knows what Ei would have said anyways, he feels justified in glaring at him.
"He can certainly try," Hitoshi says, a bit morosely after his shot didn't go the way he clearly wanted it to and Katsuki lines up his own queue.
"And I certainly will," he confidently gives back, because this game hasn't betrayed him yet and it absolutely will not.
He concentrates on his shot, absolutely acing it, and when he turns back to Hitoshi and Ei, Katsuki immediately spots the tension between them.
They are not talking, they are barely even acknowledging the other one is there and Katsuki has a feeling that most of that comes from Hitoshi, but he has no damn clue what's going on there.
"You doing okay?" he asks both of them and Ei lets out a nervous laughter while Hitoshi just shrugs and moves towards the table again.
"I'll go see what Denki and Mina are getting up to," Ei finally says and points over his shoulder but he rushes off before Katsuki can even say something and so he turns towards Hitoshi, frown firmly on his face.
"What did you do?" he accuses him, because it takes a whole lot to make Ei uncomfortable like that these days but Hitoshi only shrugs.
"Nothing."
There's clearly something else he wants to say though so Katsuki just stares expectantly at him until Hitoshi huffs out a breath.
"It's just—has he always been like this?"
"Like what?" Katsuki asks for clarification because he has no clue what Hitoshi could be talking about.
"So—possessive. Jealous. Is this going to be a problem? Am I making things harder for you?"
"What the shit are you on about?" Katsuki blurts out because Ei doesn't have a problem with Hitoshi being Katsuki's other best friend.
"Nothing," Hitoshi mutters, his eyes lingering on Ei for a moment. "It's nothing. Forget I said anything."
Katsuki opens his mouth to give him a proper answer, but before the words can leave his mouth he realises that he doesn't have a proper answer.
Sure, Hitoshi is making things difficult for Katsuki, because he's hot and funny and quite literally making Katsuki's heart stumble in his chest whenever he laughs but that's hardly something Katsuki can tell him so he closes his mouth without a single sound making it out.
Somehow that only seems to cement whatever Hitoshi is thinking about because he throws another glare at Ei before he turns back to the billiard table.
The game after that is over quick, and Katsuki would accuse Hitoshi of throwing the game, but he vanishes so fast, Katsuki can't even start on that.
Katsuki is pretty certain that Hitoshi didn't leave but he avoids Katsuki for the rest of the evening and great.
Something is now definitely off but with Hitoshi gone it's hardly as if Katsuki can ask him about it.
God-fucking-damnit.
~*~*~
Katsuki has just settled down for the evening when his door flies open and Hitoshi stalks in.
"Make yourself at fucking home, I guess," Katsuki grumbles, but instead of throwing a quip back and then settling down on the couch with Katsuki, Hitoshi paces in front of the TV.
It's more than obvious he's agitated about something and Katsuki sits up.
"Hey, Toshi, what's going on?" he asks, effectively snatching Hitoshi's attention with that nickname.
Hitoshi takes one look at Katsuki, breathes out a very empathetic "Shit" and then picks up the pacing again.
"You gonna talk to me or are you just going to ruin my floor?" Katsuki wants to know after several minutes of just this and Hitoshi comes to an abrupt stop.
"I'm really fucking sorry, Kats," is the first real thing out of his mouth and Katsuki frowns.
"For what? The hell did you do?"
"I didn't do anything, I just—I think you should know, because—well, cheaters can go fuck themselves, but I'm so goddamn sorry, I thought he was better than that."
"He? What the fuck are you talking about?"
Hitoshi wrings his hands in front of his chest, taking a deep breath before he simply deflates where he stands and he seems genuinely sorry when he finally, finally speaks.
"Kirishima is cheating on you."
Katsuki sits with that sentence for a minute, because it doesn't make any sense. And now matter how he turns it around in his mind, it doesn't make any more sense than before so in the end he only says "Huh?"
Hitoshi presses his lips together before he heavily sits down in the arm chair.
"I—I was out for dinner with my dads when I saw him with a guy. Tall, kinda unassuming, brown hair? They—they kissed."
"Yeah, so?" Katsuki asks because he still doesn't understand where the confusion comes in.
Kissing is normally what you do with your boyfriend, right?
"So? Kats, I saw him kissing someone else! He's cheating on you!" Hitoshi huffs out an angry breath. "The audacity, really, to be that possessive the moment you don't give him any attention and then he turns around and pulls this."
"Cheating on me," Katsuki slowly repeats and a horrible picture is starting to form in his mind. "You think we're together?"
"I think? With how possessive he acts, it's more than obvious. And you always indulge him, which—fine, if you like it like that, but—what the hell is he thinking, cheating on you like that?"
"He's not cheating on me," Katsuki says, maybe a tad too loud but it works like a charm to get Hitoshi to look at him.
"You know? And you tolerate it? Or is this—fuck, are you poly?"
"I'm not. Hitoshi, why would you think Ei and I are dating?"
That seems to take the wind right out of his sails because Hitoshi stills and stares at him.
"You're not?"
"No," Katsuki says with more emphasis than this maybe warrants but the thought of dating Ei—well, thank you but no, thank you.
"But—with how he's acting whenever I flirt with you—"
Now it's on Katsuki to go still and stare at Hitoshi, because what the fuck.
"Whenever you what?" he breathes out because surely he didn't hear that right at all.
"When I flirt with you?" Hitoshi repeats, clearly unsure now and Katsuki shakes his head.
"This doesn't—it's not—what the fuck do you mean by that?" Katsuki demands to know because Hitoshi hasn't been flirting with him and Ei wouldn't interrupt that anyway.
"Why is he always showing up at your side like a summoned guard dog, dragging your attention away from me?" Hitoshi shoots back and Katsuki still isn't sure what the fuck is going on here, but if Hitoshi isn't actively deceiving him right now, then there's no reason for Katsuki to hold anything back.
"He shows up before I can do something stupid."
"Stupid like what?"
"Stupid like decorate your throat with hickeys. Or kiss the small of your back," Katsuki says, eying the throat in question and so he sees the colour crawling up to Hitoshi's face.
"Wait, what?" Hitoshi gets out, sounding about as unsure as Katsuki feels.
"That's about right. Ei and I are not together. I'm stupidly in love with you and he just steps in when I'm about to do something unwise. Like let you know."
"Why the hell would that be unwise?" Hitoshi squeaks out and Katsuki sighs.
"Because you don't feel that way?"
"I've been flirting with you all this time!"
"Yeah, well, and I've been practically devouring you with my gaze and you didn't notice that, either!"
They both stare at each other for the longest moment before Hitoshi starts to laugh so hard he has to lean forward to catch his breath. The situation is ridiculous enough that Katsuki joins in, laughing as hard as he hasn't in months and it takes them a while to catch their breath again.
"I guess Kirishima's not cheating on you then," Hitoshi says, wiping his eyes and Katsuki rolls his.
"Fuck no. He's apparently out for dinner with his boyfriend of seven months."
"Okay, and if he's not your boyfriend and you have been devouring me with your eyes and I've been flirting with you—"
"Then maybe we should go out for dinner, too," Katsuki finishes when Hitoshi lets the sentence hang in the air and instantly, Hitoshi lights up.
"Today?"
"We both already ate, idiot," Katsuki grumbles and throws a contemplating look at his kitchen. "I can whip up dessert and we change dinner date to movie date," he offers and when he looks back at Hitoshi he comes nose to nose with him because the fucker used his stealth training to creep up on Katsuki and cage him right in.
"Deal," Hitoshi whispers out and then leans in for a kiss.
For a moment, it feels absolutely unreal because Katsuki has wanted this for so long but he gets a grip on himself before Hitoshi can move back again.
When they do finally part, Hitoshi tilts his head back, a wicked little smirk on his face.
"I think there was something you wanted to do," he cheekily says and Katsuki doesn't waste any time; he simply leans in and sucks a bright red mark into Hitoshi's throat.
He surveys his work when he moves back and satisfaction curls low in his gut.
"A good start," he decides and then pushes Hitoshi away so he can get started on dessert, leaving Hitoshi and the truly delectable sound he makes behind in the living-room.
Hitoshi—like the menace he is—doesn't give him space in the kitchen, demanding kisses and hickeys every second he thinks Katsuki can spare and really, it's not as if Katsuki minds indulging him with this.
Especially not when Hitoshi finally starts to reciprocate and then they have to skip the first date completely.
Not that either of them minds.