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Hitoshi is stretched out on top of Katsuki on the couch, the TV running in the background but Hitoshi can't bring himself to open his eyes, he's that comfortable.
At least until Katsuki speaks.
"Question," he says out of the blue and Hitoshi whines as he buries his face even more in Katsuki's chest.
"No," he gives back and practically melts when Katsuki scratches at the base of his skull.
"Yes," Katsuki mercilessly gives back and Hitoshi slings his arms more firmly around him, squeezing him until he groans because that's the least he deserves after ruining the mood like that.
"What, gonna squeeze the life right out of me?" Katsuki groans out, voice a little bit breathless and just the thought of hurting him is enough to immediately make Hitoshi release his grip.
Hurting Katsuki is one thing he's never going to do, ever, no matter what.
"Fine, shoot," Hitoshi says, turning his squeeze into more of a snuggle and Katsuki huffs out a breath, clearly amused by Hitoshi's immediate one-eighty.
"How many people have you killed?"
Hitoshi goes completely still on Katsuki for a second, before he forces himself to relax again.
It's not asked out of malice, Hitoshi can tell, because then Katsuki wouldn't still hold him like this and so he melts back on top of Katsuki.
"Six," Hitoshi replies after a moment, thinking back to the night he saved Katsuki, the easy way all those lives got snuffed out under his hands and it still sends a satisfied shiver through him because he did all of that to protect the one who is most important to him.
It's not something he regrets and he's going to kill for him again, too, if he has to, that's not even a question.
"Isn't that how many you've killed when you saved me?" Katsuki very accurately asks next and Hitoshi hums.
"Yeah."
"You've never killed before? Or since?" Katsuki blurts out, clearly surprised by that little titbit and Hitoshi turns his head around, rests his chin on Katsuki's chest to be able to look at him.
"No. I'm still, on paper, a licensed hero. One of the main goals is to not kill and I'm a very good hero, despite everything."
Hitoshi doesn't quite feel as if he has to justify himself, because it's not as if he kept it a secret from Katsuki that he killed and Hitoshi wouldn't, anyway. He killed for Katsuki and he doesn't feel anything about that except that he'd do it again.
No one gets to lay a hand on Katsuki, not like this, and it's important that everyone knows it.
"You are," Katsuki easily gives back, resuming his scratching at Hitoshi's scalp and clearly not at all bothered by Hitoshi's admittance. "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just wondering."
And he truly sounds curious which is something Hitoshi can't fault him for, but he's also pretty certain that Katsuki can't understand why he did it.
The possessive beast inside of Hitoshi is something Katsuki can't comprehend because Hitoshi is pretty sure he doesn't have it.
It's something he quietly laments because being possessive and protective of Katsuki is one thing but having it reciprocated is an entirely different thing. Hitoshi would never hold it against Katsuki that he is probably never going to kill for Hitoshi's sake but—
"You're mine," Hitoshi says and he means it down to the very last atom of his being. "You're mine and that means you're mine to love and my fine to fuck and mine to protect. And if I have to kill for that, then I will."
Katsuki clearly doesn't have words for that, but before Hitoshi can worry that maybe his crazy is a bit too much for Katsuki, he's being pulled into a heated kiss that is more reassuring than anything else.
Because even if Katsuki is never going to do the same, even if he’s never going to say “Me, too” he clearly doesn't mind it at all and that's all Hitoshi could possibly ask for.
~*~*~
Hitoshi wakes up with a pounding head and so it takes him a moment to take stock of his surroundings. He's in a room he doesn't recognise and his hands are cuffed together.
Well. He might not immediately remember what happened, but it's more than obvious that he's been captured by someone and instead of tensing he stays relaxed.
There's no use to fight his way out until he has a better grasp of what's going on and until someone comes to talk to him, he's not going to do that from inside this room.
Hitoshi doesn't have to wait long because he has barely taken anything in before the door to this room opens and a man steps in.
Hitoshi immediately dislikes him, because that smile is smarmy and upsetting and Hitoshi bites back a sigh. He's so tired of cliché villains but there's nothing to be done about it.
"Welcome, Nighthide," the villain greets him as if polite manners could make up for the situation and Hitoshi gives him a biting smile.
"Hi. Listen, I know you're all great and evil and all that shit but would you mind letting me go? I have other things to do than be a prob to a d-grade villain plot and I'm missing dinner with my guy. So, be a dear, and uncuff me and we can all go back to our evening plans, alright?"
He didn't have much hope that it would work, but he reaches out with his quirk while he talks but just like expected, there's nothing.
"Such poison from a pretty honeyed mouth," the villain mutters, eying Hitohsi in a way that makes him feel like a slab of meat and Hitoshi does his best not to shudder. "I'm pretty sure you've noticed by now, but those are quirk-supressing cuffs, so don't even try it. Additionally, don't even hope for rescue because we dug that tracker right out of your skin, so no one is going to come for you."
Hitoshi can't help the brief frown, but a more thorough check of his body reveals a dull ache at the backside of his thigh, exactly where the tracker should have been.
Well, nothing to be done about that, Hitoshi drily thinks, because it's inconvenient, but not really the end of the world.
The tracker is the easiest way to be saved, but Hitoshi's agency is hardly reliant on fallible tech like that. His agency has a dedicated abduction team, with specialised quirks that do nothing but track their heroes.
It might take a while longer to get saved like this, but Hitoshi's agency hasn't failed him once yet and he's absolutely certain that they are not going to start now so there's hardly anything to be worried about.
"Wonderful," Hitoshi drily says, and the villain frowns at him, clearly not pleased by the lack of panic on Hitoshi's side but Hitoshi is not going to play into this. "What do you want?"
It's important that he figures out why he's here, what they want from him, and gathering intel has always been something he's exceptionally good at.
Still, he could have never predicted this.
"You killed my brother," the villain gives back, unfiltered hate flashing over his face and Hitoshi has to admit that he's surprised by that answer.
"Your brother," he repeats and there's only one incident the villain can talk about because Hitoshi doesn't kill, usually, but when Katsuki's in danger, all bets are off and it's almost laughable that this is biting him in the ass now.
"Wonderful," Hitoshi sighs out, mentally bidding a quick rescue goodbye, because if he's not here because of his hero work then his agency will be slow to react.
Still, nothing to be worried about but it's something to keep in mind and Hitoshi is more than aware that he at least has to try to get himself out of this situation.
"You'll regret what you did," the villain promises him and going by that crazed gleam in his eyes, Hitoshi is in for a painful death.
"Sure," Hitoshi glibly gives back because he's not going to give this idiot the satisfaction of being afraid and his reaction only seems to make him even madder.
Well, there's nothing to be done about that, not right now; Hitoshi just has to play for time here.
Once the villain has stormed out again Hitoshi takes proper stack of himself, tensing and flexing every limb but apart from that ache in his thigh and his pounding head, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him.
Small mercies, he thinks and then flexes his arms, but of course the cuffs don't give.
There's a lockpick he can get to so he's not too worried about this, but until he knows how many people are involved in this he's reluctant to get started on that but getting tortured first is also not something Hitoshi is looking forward to.
The villain didn't seem stressed though, so Hitoshi guesses they are going to let him rot for a little while, so Hitoshi allows himself a moment of relaxation.
He knows he'll have to get himself out of here, or wait for his agency, but that doesn't stop him from fantasising about being rescued by Katsuki for a moment.
It's one of the fantasies he would never admit to but he daydreams about Katsuki coming in, hands blazing, killing for his sake, more than is probably healthy, but Hitoshi can't help it.
It's one thing to be absolutely insanely crazy over someone and have that be accepted but to have it reciprocated—that would scratch an itch Hitoshi can barely put into words.
Still, he knows that it's not going to happen because Katsuki doesn't kill, he isn't insane like that and that's fine.
A daydream hasn't hurt anyone though, so Hitoshi indulges himself for a while, before he shakes those thoughts off and gets going.
The lock on the cuffs is easily picked and soon enough Hitoshi cracks the door to his room open.
He expected to be met with quiet hallways, or maybe an entire organisation buzzing around but he wasn't prepared for the absolute pandemonium he steps into.
There are screams ringing out, filling the hallways, closely followed by the unmistakable sounds of explosions and it only takes a moment until the horrible smell of burning flesh reaches Hitoshi.
He freezes in the doorway, completely taken off guard and for a second, he thinks he's hallucinating, because those sound like Katsuki's explosions and that simply cannot be.
Katsuki wouldn't know to come for him and he certainly wouldn't kill like this so there has to be another explanation for this.
Hitoshi is not going to wait for that explanation though, because he's just a sitting duck in this hallway and he knows better than to simply wait for rescue, so he cautiously makes his way down the hallway, closer to the explosions.
The area seems to be bigger than he first expected, but Hitoshi doesn't come across a single person until he peeks into another room. It looks like a warehouse and for a moment, Hitohsi is completely taken off guard by what he sees.
Katsuki is smack dab in the middle of the room, charred bodies littering the floor and Hitoshi watches in awe how he burns another body to a crisp before he turns towards a cowering person on the ground.
"Where is he?" Katsuki asks, his voice even and controlled and so chilling that a shudder runs down Hitoshi's back and his own darkness preens at what Hitoshi sees.
Katsuki came for him.
Katsuki killed for him.
It's everything Hitoshi always wanted and he's unable to keep himself hidden.
The villain on the ground starts to stammer out some directions and Hitoshi watches how Katsuki stares at him as if he's dirt underneath his booth, his hands popping with explosions and there's no doubt about the fact that Katsuki is going to kill this guy, too.
"Angel," Hitoshi breathes out as he moulds himself against Katsuki's back, uncaring of the danger he puts himself into by sneaking up on Katsuki like that, but Katsuki doesn't even tense.
He immediately melts back against Hitoshi's chest, even as he lets off an explosion big enough to instantly kill the guy in front of them and Hitoshi smothers a groan in the juncture of Katsuki's neck.
"You came for me," he breathes out, the cloying smell of charred flesh filling the space, and Katsuki turns around in his arms, his expression suddenly relaxed and open.
"Of course," he says as if there could have been any doubt about it and he cups Hitoshi's cheek in his hand.
The one that just killed for Hitoshi and Hitoshi thinks if he were a cat he would be purring up a storm right about now.
"Are you hurt?"
"No. How did you find me?"
At that, Katsuki briefly hesitates before he finally just shrugs.
"I just knew," he admits and pulls Hitoshi into a gentle kiss. "My agency is right behind me. You wanna get out of here?"
"Fuck yes," Hitoshi breathes out because there are about a dozen things he'd rather do than deal with Katsuki's agency right about now and going by the heated look Katsuki gives him, he's on the exact same page.
Katsuki gives him a wicked smile and then laces their hands together but before he can tug them along, Hitoshi stops him.
"Kats, are you good?" Hitoshi asks, because he feels he has to, because Katsuki never gave any indication that he would do any of this for him and if Katsuki ends up hating himself later because of this then—it’s not what Hitoshi wants for him.
"You're mine," Katsuki says simply, his voice and gaze steady, and Hitoshi is reminded of what he said a while back.
Mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to protect.
He never thought it went both ways.
"Fuck, angel," Hitoshi breathes out and pulls Katsuki in for a heated kiss.
It should be gross, with all the corpses around them, but it's the hottest thing that has ever happened to Hitoshi and for a moment he forgets that other people are on the way to them.
Katsuki has to remind him of that, physically pushing him away for a second and Hitoshi lets out a breathless laugh.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, you freak, but let's get out of here," Katsuki replies and Hitoshi dutifully follows him out of the warehouse and towards their home.
The one Hitoshi shares with someone who feels just like him.