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The storm outside U.A.’s Heights Alliance dorms had been brewing since the late afternoon, heavy gray clouds rolling over the mountains until they swallowed the sunset whole. By nightfall, the rain had settled into a relentless, rhythmic drumming against the glass of Katsuki Bakugo’s third-floor window. The sound was supposed to be white noise, but to Katsuki, every drop felt like a ticking clock, a microscopic percussion hammering away at the edges of his sanity.
Inside the bedroom, the only illumination came from the dull, ambient glow of the campus security lights cutting through the downpour, casting long, fractured shadows across the hardwood floor. Katsuki sat on the very edge of his mattress, his bare feet pressed flat against the floorboards, trying to anchor himself. He was hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees and his face buried deep in the palms of his hands.
His shoulders were locked into rigid, painful knots, the muscles so tense they looked like carved stone under his thin tank top. He could feel the pulse hammering in his throat, fast and erratic, a lingering aftereffect of a training day that had gone entirely wrong in his head. To the teachers, he had been exemplary. To his classmates, he had been the usual terrifying force of nature. But to himself, he had been sloppy. A fraction of a second too slow on a pivot; a micro-spark that had misfired in his palm due to poor sweat accumulation in the chill of the afternoon.
To anyone else, those were negligible details. To Katsuki, they were flashing red neon signs pointing toward failure. The pressure to maintain his status as the undisputed apex of Class 2-A was a physical weight, an invisible vise that tightened around his ribs a little more every day until breathing felt like swallowing glass.
He didn't look up when the heavy door of his room clicked open. He didn't explode into a volley of curses, and he didn't demand to know who gave them permission to enter his space. He didn't need to. The specific, deliberate rhythm of the footsteps crossing the threshold belonged to only one person in the entire world. It was a steady, unhurried gait, the heavy tread of someone who knew exactly how much space they took up but chose to tread lightly anyway.
Eijiro Kirishima closed the door behind himself, the latch clicking into place with a definitive, quiet finality that seemed to shut out the rest of the noisy, demanding world. He didn't immediately speak. He stood by the entrance for a few long moments, his crimson eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room, taking in the sight of the boy on the bed.
It broke Eijiro’s heart to see him like this. Katsuki looked so fundamentally small when he was curled in on himself, stripping away the explosive, larger-than-life aura he wore like armor during the day. Eijiro shed his school uniform jacket, draping it carefully over the back of the desk chair, before sliding his red tie off and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his white shirt. He needed to be soft for this. He needed to be completely accessible.
"Hey," Eijiro said, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling register that was barely louder than the rain hitting the glass. It was a sound meant only for Katsuki’s ears, stripped of the boisterous masculinity he used with the rest of the class. "You still carrying all that heavy shit around in your head, Katsuki?"
Katsuki let out a sharp, ragged breath through his nose, his chest heaving under his shirt, but he didn't pull his hands away from his face. His knuckles were stark white, his fingers digging so deeply into his own ash-blond hair that it had to be painful. He was holding onto himself because he felt like if he let go, he would shatter into a million jagged pieces, and he couldn't allow anyone to see the shards.
Eijiro crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps. He didn't want to startle the blonde, knowing how volatile his instincts could be when he was pushed to the brink of emotional exhaustion. Instead of sitting on the bed and invading Katsuki's personal space right away, Eijiro lowered himself onto his knees right on the floorboards, settling directly between Katsuki’s parted legs.
He waited a beat, letting Katsuki adjust to his presence, before reaching up to place his large, broad hands firmly against Katsuki’s thighs. Even through the thick, dark fabric of the sweatpants, Eijiro’s palms were incredibly warm, radiating a steady, comforting heat that Katsuki’s body instantly craved. Eijiro began to move his thumbs in slow, heavy circles, applying just enough pressure to soothe the tight muscles without causing pain.
"Look at me, baby," Eijiro murmured, the endearment slipping out naturally, thick with an unforced, unconditional warmth.
A violent flinch went through Katsuki’s entire frame at the word. A low, defensive growl rattled deep in his throat, a mechanical reflex to push away the softness before it could weaken him further. But there was no actual force behind it. The growl died out into a shaky exhale as he slowly, reluctantly let his hands drop from his face.
When Katsuki finally lowered his head to look down, Eijiro felt a sharp pang of sorrow tighten in his chest. Katsuki’s ruby eyes were bloodshot, the rims red and irritated, surrounded by deep, bruised shadows of sheer exhaustion. His jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles along his cheekbones were trembling from the strain. He looked entirely undone, a king sitting on a ruined throne of his own making.
"Shut up," Katsuki muttered. His voice was raw, scraped hollow by the hours he’d spent stewing in his own silence. It lacked all of his usual venom, sounding less like a command and more like a broken plea for Eijiro to stop him from falling apart.
"I'm not gonna shut up," Eijiro replied softly, offering a tiny, reassuring smile that didn't judge, didn't demand, and didn't expect anything in return. He shifted his hands from Katsuki’s thighs, sliding them up the length of his torso until his palms were cradling the sharp angles of Katsuki’s jawline.
Eijiro’s skin was rough, calloused from years of hardening his body against concrete and steel, but his touch against Katsuki’s skin was lighter than a feather. He used the pads of his thumbs to gently smooth out the deep, permanent crease between Katsuki’s eyebrows, leaning his torso forward until their foreheads gently bumped together in the dark.
"You're okay," Eijiro whispered, breathing the words directly into the small space between them. "You're safe in here, Katsuki. You did so damn well today. You always do. You worked harder than anyone out there, and I saw it. Everyone saw it."
A sudden, violent shudder ripped through Katsuki’s body, vibrating from his shoulders down to his knees. Praise from anyone else—from the teachers, from the media, from his peers—always felt like a challenge, a standard he had to desperately scramble to maintain or a patronizing pat on the back that insulted his intelligence. But when it came from Eijiro, it was different. Eijiro didn't praise the icon of Dynamight; he praised Katsuki. It felt like an anchor dropped into a turbulent sea, something solid he could actually hold onto without fear of it breaking.
Katsuki let his eyes flutter shut, the darkness behind his lids far less terrifying now that he could feel the solid, unyielding reality of Eijiro’s palms keeping him upright. He let his head heavy, leaning a fraction of his weight into Eijiro’s hands, allowing himself to be held.
"Don't fucking lie to me," Katsuki whispered, his voice cracking right down the middle on the last word, the vulnerability of it bleeding into the quiet room.
"I have never lied to you, and I'm not starting now," Eijiro promised, his tone ringing with absolute, unshakeable conviction. He tilted Katsuki’s chin up just a fraction of an inch, closing the remaining distance between them to press a soft, lingering kiss directly to the center of Katsuki’s forehead. He held it there, letting the heat of his lips soak into the blonde’s skin, before pulling back just enough to trail a line of feather-light kisses down the bridge of his nose, over his cheekbones, and finally against his lips.
It wasn't a demanding kiss. It was slow, deep, and completely devoid of the urgent friction of lust. It was an entry point, a quiet dialogue between their bodies meant entirely to ground Katsuki’s racing mind.
Katsuki let out a tiny, high-pitched whimper against Eijiro’s mouth, a pathetic, wounded sound that his pride would have normally choked out before it could ever reach the air. His hands, previously frozen, suddenly reached out and fisted into the fabric of Eijiro’s white button-down shirt. He gripped it like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline, pulling Eijiro closer until their chests collided, desperate to absorb the ambient heat the red-haired boy always seemed to radiate.
Understanding the silent cue, Eijiro shifted his weight. He rose from his knees, his movements fluid and practiced, and crawled up onto the mattress. He moved with a slow, careful grace, guiding Katsuki backward with him. They shifted together in a familiar, wordless choreography they had practiced dozens of times before behind locked doors. Katsuki allowed himself to be guided down until he was lying flat on his back in the center of the bed, his blond hair fanning out across the dark pillowcase.
Eijiro hovered gently over him, supporting the entirety of his own weight on his forearms so he wouldn't crush the blonde, his broad shoulders framing Katsuki like a shield against the rest of the world. He looked down into Katsuki’s eyes, his own expression soft but blazing with an intense, fiercely protective affection.
"Let me take care of you tonight," Eijiro murmured, his breath hot against Katsuki’s cheek. "Just let it all go, Katsuki. You don't have to carry the world by yourself in this room. You don't have to fight me."
Katsuki’s eyes were wide, looking incredibly dark and glassy as the ambient light caught the unshed tears brimming along his lower lashes. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his fingers slowly relaxing their iron grip on Eijiro’s shirt, shifting instead to rest against the broad planes of Eijiro’s chest. The walls he spent every waking hour building were completely disintegrating, melting away under the sheer, unadulterated devotion in Eijiro’s gaze.
"I'm not fighting," Katsuki breathed, the admission so quiet it was nearly swallowed by the sound of the rain outside.
"Good boy," Eijiro praised softly, his voice a deep, gravelly purr that sent a sudden, electric shiver straight down Katsuki’s spine, making his stomach flip in the most delicious way. "Such a good boy for me, Katsuki."
Eijiro reached down between their bodies, his movements slow and predictable as his hands found the waistband of Katsuki’s dark sweatpants. He didn't rush. He gave Katsuki every opportunity to voice a complaint, to push his hands away, or to change his mind. But Katsuki only let out a shaky exhale, his hips lifting a mere fraction of an inch off the mattress to assist in the movement.
Eijiro slid the sweatpants down over Katsuki’s pale, muscular thighs, pulling his boxers along with them, discarding the garments over the edge of the bed where they fell silently to the floor. The cool, air-conditioned draft of the bedroom hit Katsuki’s bare skin, causing a involuntary goosebump to ripple across his legs, but Eijiro was quick to remedy it. He settled back over him, his thick, warm thighs parting Katsuki’s legs and settling comfortably between them.
The contrast of Eijiro’s radiating body heat against his own chilled skin made Katsuki gasp, his knees automatically bending and opening wider, allowing Eijiro to nestle deep against his pelvis. The vulnerability of the position was immense, but with Eijiro looking down at him with nothing but pure adoration, the fear didn't have room to take root.
"I'm gonna prep you now, okay? Nice and slow," Eijiro whispered, reaching over to the nightstand without breaking eye contact. His fingers wrapped around the familiar plastic bottle of water-based lubricant. He popped the cap with his thumb and poured a generous, cool pool of the gel directly into his own palm.
Instead of moving straight to Katsuki’s heat, Eijiro rubbed his hands together, the friction warming the slick liquid so it wouldn't startle the blonde. He kept his left hand firmly planted on Katsuki’s hip, grounding him, while his right hand slithered down between Katsuki’s thighs.
When the slick, warm pads of Eijiro’s fingers first brushed against the sensitive skin of his entrance, Katsuki tensed instinctively. His toes curled into the bedsheets and his lower back arched slightly off the mattress, a sharp gasp catching in his throat.
"Easy, easy, baby. Just breathe for me," Eijiro coaxed immediately. He leaned down, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point screaming in Katsuki’s neck, his breath fluttering against the damp skin. "Don't tighten up on me. You're okay. Just let it happen."
Eijiro pressed the pad of his middle finger against the tight opening, applying a gentle, steady pressure until the muscle began to yield. He slid the finger inside with agonizing slowness, testing the internal heat and elasticity.
Katsuki let out a high, trembling whimper, his head rolling back into the pillow as his eyes squeezed shut. The sensation of being opened up, of being completely perceived and manipulated in such an intimate way, usually triggered his flight-or-fight response. But Eijiro’s voice was an iron wall against the panic.
"There you go. That's it, sweetheart," Eijiro murmured, his finger moving in slow, deliberate hooks, stretching the tight walls from the inside out, spreading the lubricant evenly. "Relax those hips for me, Katsuki. You're doing so good for me right now."
Katsuki’s hands moved up to Eijiro’s shoulders, his short nails digging slightly into the firm muscle there. He hated how weak he felt, how utterly dependent he was on Eijiro’s pacing, but at the same time, it was the most intoxicating freedom he had ever experienced. Out there, he had to be the symbol of victory. In here, under Eijiro’s heavy body, he was allowed to just be a boy who needed to be held.
Eijiro watched Katsuki’s face intently, reading every twitch of his eyebrows, every micro-expression of discomfort or pleasure. Satisfied with the slick give of the muscle, Eijiro added his index finger alongside the first. The sudden increase in fullness made Katsuki let out a fractured whine, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary twitch upward.
"Mmm, you're so warm inside, baby. So tight and soft," Eijiro crooned, his fingers working with a patient, unhurried rhythm, widening him with meticulous care. He kept up the steady stream of low, praise-filled commentary, knowing exactly how much it did to quiet the storm in Katsuki’s mind. "Look at you. You're taking two fingers so easily now. Such a good, perfect boy."
A single, hot tear finally spilled over Katsuki’s eyelashes, tracking a slow path down his temple and into his hair. He hadn't even realized he was crying. The tears weren't born of physical pain; they were the dam finally breaking. The relentless pressure of the academy, the fear of stagnation, the isolation of his own pride—it was all being washed away by the simple, overwhelming reality of Eijiro’s gentleness.
Eijiro noticed the wetness instantly. He dipped his head, his lips tracing the path of the tear, licking the salt from Katsuki’s skin with an heartbreaking tenderness. "I've got you, Katsuki. Let it out. You don't have to hold it in here."
A choked, ragged sob caught in Katsuki’s throat, his chest heaving violently as he abandoned all remaining semblance of control. He pulled his hands from Eijiro’s shoulders and wrapped his arms tightly around Eijiro’s neck, burying his face in the crook where Eijiro’s shoulder met his collarbone.
"Eijiro... please," Katsuki sobbed into the warm skin, his words muffled but entirely legible. "I don't want to think anymore. Just fuck me. Please. I need you."
"Shh I know, baby, I know. I'm right here, sweetheart. I'm gonna give you exactly what you want," Eijiro promised, his own heart hammering against his ribs at the raw vulnerability of the request.
Eijiro slowly, carefully withdrew his fingers from Katsuki’s slick entrance, the sudden absence making Katsuki let out a needy, hollow whimper. Eijiro reached down, freeing himself from his trousers, his own length heavy, hard, and leaking a bit of pre-come from the sheer anticipation of being inside the boy he loved more than life itself.
He positioned the broad, blunt head of his length right against Katsuki’s pulsing opening. He didn't just push in. He paused, holding his weight steady on his forearms, looking down at Katsuki’s flushed, tear-stained face. He wanted Katsuki to see him, to know exactly who was taking him.
"Open your eyes for me, sweetheart," Eijiro requested softly.
Katsuki’s eyelids fluttered open, his red eyes completely blown out, his pupils massive and dark. He looked entirely consumed by his desire, his lower lip trembling slightly.
"You ready for me?" Eijiro asked, his voice thick and rough with his own rising arousal.
Katsuki couldn't find the breath to speak. Instead, he lifted his legs higher, wrapping his supple thighs securely around Eijiro’s waist, locking his ankles behind Eijiro’s back to pull him closer. It was the only invitation Eijiro needed.
Eijiro drove forward with one slow, unyielding stroke.
The sheer size and fullness of Eijiro entering him all at once made Katsuki’s entire spine arch violently off the mattress. A loud, broken cry tore from his throat, his mouth stretching open as his breath was completely stolen from his lungs. It felt massive, stretching him to his absolute limit, an overwhelming sensation that threatened to tip him over into pure panic.
But before the panic could settle, Eijiro grabbed Katsuki’s hands, pinning them flat against the mattress beside his head. He intertwined their fingers, squeezing tightly, locking them together.
"Shh, I know, I know. It's a lot, baby. Just breathe through it," Eijiro crooned, leaning down to press a series of soft, comforting kisses to Katsuki’s cheeks, nose, and eyelids, catching the fresh tears that were spilling over. He held himself completely still inside, letting his length sit deep within the blonde’s agonizingly tight, pulsing heat, giving Katsuki’s body the time it needed to adapt. "You're taking me so beautifully. God, Katsuki, you feel incredible."
Katsuki whimpered, his hips twitching weakly under the heavy weight of Eijiro’s pelvis. The internal pressure was immense, a deep, throbbing ache that seemed to vibrate through his entire lower body. But as the initial shock of the stretch began to dull, a different sensation began to take its place—a dark, heavy coil of pure pleasure that bloomed right where Eijiro was resting against his prostate.
"Move," Katsuki pleaded, his voice a broken, raspy whisper against Eijiro’s cheek. He unlocked his ankles just enough to friction his calves against Eijiro’s back, urging him forward. "Eijiro, please. Don't just stay there. Move."
"Tell me you want it," Eijiro teased gently, though his own breath was coming in short, ragged puffs now, his jaw tight as he fought down the overwhelming urge to lose control and pound into the blonde. "Tell me exactly what you need from me, Katsuki."
"I need you—I want you to fuck me, please, Eijiro," Katsuki sobbed, his pride entirely shattered and left behind in the dark corners of the room. He was completely exposed, offering up the rawest, most honest version of himself to the only person he trusted with it. "Please, baby, I'm empty without you."
Eijiro let out a low, guttural groan at the words, his self-control snapping like a brittle twig. He pulled back slowly, sliding out until only the head of his length was catching on Katsuki’s entrance, before driving all the way back in with a deep, heavy thrust.
The friction was immediate and intense. Katsuki let out a high-pitched, breathless shriek, his head tossing violently to the side on the pillow. Eijiro set into a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke long and deep, specifically angled to grind heavily against the sensitive, swollen knot of Katsuki’s prostate with every single push.
The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies slapping together, mixed with the steady downpour of the rain outside. Katsuki’s world narrowed down until the only things that existed were the internal heat of Eijiro filling him, the solid weight of Eijiro’s body pinning him down, and the sweet, relentless stream of praises falling from Eijiro’s lips.
"That's it, cry for me, Katsuki. Let all that stress out," Eijiro murmured, his pace picking up just a fraction, the movements becoming a bit more forceful, a bit more primal, but remaining rooted in an incredible tenderness. He released Katsuki’s hands, reaching down to slide his palms under Katsuki’s thighs, lifting his legs higher onto his shoulders to alter the angle and allow himself to drive even deeper. "You're so good. Such a good boy for taking all of me like this. You're made for me, baby."
"Ah! Eijiro—wait, too deep, oh god!" Katsuki gasped out, his fingers clutching desperately at the bedsheets as the pleasure began to climb at a terrifying velocity. He felt like he was floating above the bed, completely unmoored from reality, entirely helpless under the absolute control of the red-haired boy.
"I've got you. I won't let you fall," Eijiro whispered, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down and captured Katsuki’s lips in a messy, deeply passionate kiss, his tongue sliding into Katsuki’s mouth to mirror the slow, devastating rhythm of his hips. He swallowed Katsuki’s sweet, broken cries, turning them into a shared, private language between them.
The relentless friction against his sweet spot was driving Katsuki completely out of his mind. He hadn't even touched his own length, yet he was leaking heavily, the clear fluid smearing across their lower bellies as Eijiro continued to grind against him. The psychological weight of being so completely dominated, so thoroughly cherished and protected by Eijiro, was doing more to push him over the edge than any physical touch ever could.
"You're my everything, you know that?" Eijiro panted against Katsuki’s neck, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin right where the shoulder met the neck, leaving faint, bruising marks that would serve as a reminder of this night for days to come. "I love you so damn much, Katsuki. You're so perfect for me."
"Love you—Eijiro, love you," Katsuki sobbed out, the tears flowing freely now, a beautiful, cathartic release that emptied out all the poison he’d been harboring in his chest all week. He tightened his glutes, his internal walls clamping down around Eijiro’s length in a series of desperate, pulsing spasms.
The sudden, intense contraction of Katsuki’s heat sent a jolt of pure fire straight up Eijiro’s spine. He let out a low growl, his grip tightening on Katsuki’s thighs until his knuckles turned white. His movements lost their slow deliberation, turning faster, harder, the friction building into a fever pitch as he delivered a series of deep, punishing thrusts that had Katsuki screaming into the pillow.
"I'm close, baby. I'm right on the edge. Come with me," Eijiro groaned, his eyes completely blown out, staring down at Katsuki with a raw, primal hunger.
Katsuki couldn't even form words. His mind was entirely gone, replaced by white-hot static and pure sensation. With one final, devastatingly deep thrust that hit his prostate perfectly, Katsuki’s entire body seized up, locking completely rigid. He cried out, a loud, totally undone sound, as his release sprayed blindly across their chests, his vision going completely white as waves of intense, rolling orgasms crashed over him.
Seconds later, feeling the intense contractions of Katsuki’s climax milking him, Eijiro let out a low, guttural shout. He buried his length as deep as it could possibly go inside Katsuki’s pulsing heat, holding himself there as he came hard, his entire body trembling violently with the force of his release.
The heavy, rhythmic sounds of their passion slowly faded away, leaving only the quiet, steady patter of the rain against the windowpane. The suffocating silence that had filled the room earlier was entirely gone, replaced by a warm, heavy atmosphere thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and unconditional safety.
Eijiro didn't immediately pull out or move away. He carefully lowered his upper body down, collapsing gently onto Katsuki’s chest, making sure to keep most of his weight on his elbows so he wouldn't smother the blonde. He kept them joined, the throbbing aftershocks of their release slowly trickling down between them. He wrapped his arms securely around Katsuki’s waist, pulling him as close as physically possible.
Katsuki lay completely limp beneath him, his chest heaving as he stared up at the dark ceiling, his breath coming in shallow, exhausted puffs. The tight, painful knots that had been twisting his gut all day were entirely gone, replaced by a profound, melting exhaustion that made his limbs feel like lead. He weakly lifted his heavy arms, wrapping them around Eijiro’s broad back, resting his chin against the damp, messy red spikes of Eijiro’s hair.
They stayed like that for a long, unmeasured time, just breathing in sync, letting their racing heartbeats slowly sync up and settle down into a calm, steady rhythm.
"You okay, baby?" Eijiro whispered after a few long minutes, shifting his head slightly so he could look down at Katsuki. His voice was incredibly soft, filled with a gentle concern.
Katsuki let out a soft, tired huff through his nose, a tiny, genuine smile tugging at the very corner of his lips—a rare, beautiful sight that Eijiro only ever got to see in the quiet safety of this room. "Yeah," Katsuki murmured, his voice incredibly rough and scraped raw. "I'm okay, Eijiro."
"You did so good for me," Eijiro smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached up, using the pad of his thumb to gently wipe away the sticky, drying tear tracks on Katsuki’s cheeks. "So beautiful."
Eijiro slowly, carefully disengaged their bodies, a wet, soft sound breaking the quiet as he slid out of Katsuki’s heat. Katsuki let out a small, instinctive whimper at the sudden coldness of the separation, his thighs twitching as if to close the gap, but Eijiro was quick to soothe him.
"I'll be right back, baby. Don't move," Eijiro whispered, pressing a sweet, reassuring kiss to Katsuki’s lips before sliding off the bed.
Katsuki curled onto his side, his body feeling heavy and entirely drained of energy, watching through heavy eyelids as Eijiro padded quietly across the dark room toward the attached bathroom. A moment later, the sound of running water echoed through the space, followed by the soft rustle of towels.
When Eijiro returned, he was carrying a basin of warm water, a soft washcloth, and a fresh, oversized black hoodie that belonged to him. He set the basin down on the nightstand and crawled back onto the mattress, moving with the same gentle, non-threatening grace he’d used all night.
"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" Eijiro said softly.
Katsuki didn't argue. He didn't snap that he could clean himself up, which was his usual defensive reflex. He simply lay there, completely compliant, allowing Eijiro to gently roll him onto his back.
Eijiro took the warm, damp washcloth and began to wipe away the spent fluids from Katsuki’s chest and stomach. His movements were incredibly tender, using soft, circular motions to clean the pale skin. Katsuki watched him through a haze of comfortable exhaustion, his eyes tracking every movement of Eijiro’s face.
Once his torso was clean, Eijiro gently parted Katsuki’s legs. He used the warm cloth to clean the slick mixture of lube and semen from Katsuki’s inner thighs and the sensitive area around his entrance. He was incredibly meticulous, making sure to be as gentle as possible, knowing how sensitive the tissue would be after being stretched so thoroughly.
"You're doing so good, Katsuki. Just relax for me," Eijiro murmured, noticing a small tremor in Katsuki’s leg. He stopped cleaning for a moment to massage the tight calf muscle, his warm hand soothing away the lingering tension until Katsuki let out a soft sigh.
After completing the cleanup, Eijiro tossed the dirty cloth into the basin and reached for the oversized black hoodie. He helped Katsuki sit up, guiding his limp arms through the sleeves and pulling the soft fabric down over his torso. The hoodie was large enough to cover him down to his mid-thighs, swathing him in Eijiro’s familiar, comforting scent of cedarwood and faint woodsmoke.
Eijiro then took a few minutes to clean himself up quickly before returning to the bed with a large, insulated metal tumbler filled with cool water. He slid back under the covers, propping himself up against the headboard, and opened his arms.
"Come here, baby," Eijiro called out softly.
Katsuki crawled across the mattress without a word, sliding his body into the open space beside Eijiro. He settled himself between Eijiro’s thighs, his back resting firmly against Eijiro’s broad chest, his head tucked neatly under Eijiro’s jaw.
Eijiro wrapped his strong arms around Katsuki’s middle, pulling him securely against his chest, creating a tight, unbreakable cocoon of warmth. He picked up the tumbler of water and held it to Katsuki’s lips. "Drink some water, sweetheart. You lost a lot of fluids crying and sweating."
Katsuki lifted his hands to help steady the cup, taking several long, greedy swallows of the cool water. The liquid felt incredible against his raw, parched throat, cooling his internal temperature. When he was finished, Eijiro set the cup back on the nightstand and pulled the thick, heavy duvet up over both of their shoulders, burying them in warmth.
Eijiro began to run his large fingers through Katsuki’s ash-blond hair, his blunt nails gently massaging the blonde’s scalp in slow, rhythmic strokes. He kept his lips pressed against the crown of Katsuki’s head, breathing in the scent of his shampoo.
"How's your head feeling now?" Eijiro asked quietly, his chest vibrating against Katsuki’s back as he spoke.
Katsuki let out a long, deep sigh, his body sinking even further into Eijiro’s hold, completely dead weight. The chaotic, screaming thoughts that usually plagued his mind had been entirely silenced, replaced by a profound, comforting emptiness. He felt grounded, put back together piece by piece by the boy holding him.
"Quiet," Katsuki whispered, his eyes drifting shut as the heavy tug of sleep began to pull at him. "It's finally fucking quiet."
"Good," Eijiro smiled into his hair, his arms tightening just a fraction around Katsuki’s waist, holding his world steady in the dark. "That's exactly how it should be. Go to sleep, baby. I've got you. You're completely safe."
Katsuki didn't reply, his breathing already slowing down into the deep, steady rhythm of a profound, healing sleep. The rain continued to fall outside, a distant, harmless sound against the glass, but inside the small room, wrapped in the warmth of Eijiro’s arms, Katsuki was finally at peace.