WMUWSE / Chapter 9 (ENG) + artwork (Patreon)

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His headache wasn’t going away.

He had been awake for hours and still felt like a building had fallen on his head…

He slowly drank his fruit juice, sitting with his best friend at the campsite bar. She wasn’t doing much better. Wearing huge sunglasses, her face was twisted in pain, her head resting on the counter. "Who said it was a good idea to drink that much?"

"Not me… I can’t even remember half the night…" Izuku groaned. "Never again…"

The brunette waved a hand. "We all say that, then we do it again…"

There was no way he was doing it again. Not after the astronomical humiliation of this morning, or rather, this early afternoon.

He had woken up in Katsuki’s bed, almost completely naked, the blond holding him in his arms from behind, with only the promise they’d made to sleep together as a memory…

So of course, Izuku’s first thought was to imagine the worst. He was 100% convinced he had slept with Katsuki while completely drunk and couldn’t remember any of it at all.

And now here he was, not knowing what to do with himself, in the arms of the man he secretly loved.

He tried to look over his shoulder, but all he saw was a tuft of hair, the blond having nestled his face between Izuku’s shoulder blades.

He didn’t want to wake Katsuki, and he definitely didn’t want to face him before understanding what had really happened between them and how they had ended up… like this…

So he did what he always did when things got too intense: he tried to run away.

Except there was one problem: a huge arm was holding him firmly in place. No way to move without removing it.

Izuku took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tried to stay calm. He used the technique his therapist had taught him so he wouldn’t panic, and counted down in his head from 10.

9…

8…

Another movement…

7…

6…

"Mmh…" the blond grumbled.

Okay, plan B.

He pulled himself a little too roughly out of the a-little-too-comfortable embrace of his "friend" and ran away.

Not exactly classy, indeed. He looked like he was fleeing a crime scene. Or a cream scene… okay, he was definitely going to hell.

When he opened the tent, he woke Ochaco up. The girl, lying on her stomach like a starfish, groaned at Izuku and lifted her head, slowly opening her eyes to look at him. "What time…"

"No idea. Who cares!" he said hurriedly, dropping to his knees in front of his best friend. "Ocha, I think I messed up!"

"Mmh… Who did you get pregnant?" She lifted an arm to grab her phone.

"Ha ha, very funny…"

She pushed herself up onto her elbows and checked the time on her phone. "Zuuuu… seriously… it’s not even 9 a.m.… we got back super late and I’ve got a killer hangover…" She closed her eyes again and buried her face in her pillow.

"I think I slept with Katsuki," he blurted out.

That was enough to sober the brunette up. She sat bolt upright, grimacing, probably from an alcohol-induced migraine. "Say that again."

"I… I think I slept with Katsuki… maybe…" He muttered the last words.

"... What do you mean, "maybe"?" said the brunette, sitting on her mattress to face Izuku.

"Shit, Ocha, I don’t know!" he groaned, sitting down on his mattress. "I can’t even remember half the night…"

"... Oh."

Izuku frowned. "Really? That’s all you have to say?"

"Well… to be honest, it’s pretty confusing for me too…" the girl admitted. "And Katsuki? What did he say?"

"Nothing…"

"..."

"..."

"Oh for fuck’s- Izuku! You ran away?!" she accused him.

"What did you want me to do? It was super awkward! He was there half naked and pressed up against me and I-"

"No, shut up." She raised a hand to silence him. "It’s too early for that…" She got up and rummaged through her stuff.

"What are you doing?" Izuku asked, perplexed.

"We’re going to take a shower, find some medicine for our headaches, and then we’ll talk about all this when I no longer feel like there’s a demolition site inside my head."

"Okay…"

She turned toward him and looked him up and down. "That…" She pointed at the boxer briefs he was wearing, the only piece of clothing he had on since waking up. "That’s not yours."

He blinked and looked down. He was wearing black boxer briefs from a very popular underwear brand… yeah, definitely not one of his… "Holy shit…"

"Yeah… holy shit…"

And so now, here he was, sitting on a bar stool that was prettier than it was comfortable, sipping his juice while waiting for the medicine to kick in.

"Alright…" Ochaco sighed. "Tell me."

"There’s nothing to tell… I already told you I don’t remember what happened…"

"You still woke up in his bed, naked." Straight to the point…

"I wasn’t naked…" he defended himself, stirring the straw in his glass.

"You were wearing one of his boxers, Izuku." She lowered her head to peer at him over her sunglasses. "That’s worse than being naked."

"Alright, alright… But the boxers aren’t the problem here…"

"If you say so."

"The problem is I don’t know whether I slept with him or not."

"Ask him," she said, noisily sipping her drink.

"Seriously? I’m not going to go ask him if we had sex, Ocha…"

"Do you want me to do it?"

"What?! No! Of course not! I just have to… gather evidence…" He rubbed at his hair with a groan. "Why does this kind of thing happen to me?"

She put a falsely sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "Because you drank too much, sweetheart."

He rolled his eyes, immediately regretted it when it made his headache worse, and shoved her hand away. "What about you? Do you remember last night?"

"Not really… it’s more like blurry flashes…" She thought for a moment as she took a sip. "The last thing I remember is that girl storming off because Katsuki told her she was ugly."

Izuku looked at the brunette, eyes wide. That was… surprising. Especially since the girl was anything but ugly… why would Katsuki say something like that? "Do you know why he said that?"

"Not really. I was busy with Denki, I heard her yelling at Katsuki and he said something like "I don’t have time to waste on ugly girls like you," and then she left…" She turned on her stool. "You were half asleep on Shoto at that moment."

"What?!" he shouted, making a few heads turn. "Sorry…" he muttered, blushing in embarrassment. He focused on his best friend again. "What do you mean, I was asleep on him?"

"Not exactly on him, but your head was against his shoulder and your eyes were closed." She tilted her head and thought for a second. "... Katsuki looked angry at that moment, too."

"... Huh? Why?" he asked, confused.

"Probably because his little cinnamon candy was sleeping peacefully on someone else’s shoulder." She smiled at him smugly.

Izuku flushed violently, heat rising all the way to his cheeks. "Shut up! Where is that even coming from?! We’re not-"

"-not the type to sleep naked in each other’s arms?" the witch interrupted. "Yeah. Still, that’s really gay."

"You’re a horrible woman when you’re hungover, you know that?" the boy complained.

She replied with a dismissive wave. "Whatever. Let’s get back to this sex thing."

He groaned, resting his forehead against the cool wood of the counter. "I don’t even know if anything happened… and now I don’t even know how to act around him…"

"What do you remember from last night?"

He thought about it. He had arrived with Shoto and had almost immediately started drinking… there had been the s’mores… then the game… and then… "... the forest…"

"The what?" the brunette asked, perplexed and waiting for a bit more information.

Shit… "I think… we agreed to sleep together… occasionally?"

She slowly took off her sunglasses and set them down gently. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open. "... Izuku Midoriya…" she finally said. "Are you fucking with me?"

He really wished he were… "N-no… we were both drunk, it didn’t mean anything… maybe…"

"Stop talking bullshit, you don’t even believe that yourself." She was absolutely right. "Alright…" she sighed. "So you agreed to be sex friends or whatever…"

"Ocha…"

"And then you ended up in his bed wearing his boxers."

"Summing it up like that isn’t going to help figure out what happened…"

"Hmm…" She thought again, then dropped a bomb. "Does your ass hurt?"

Izuku stared at her for a moment before understanding what she meant. He went pale and looked around, praying no one had heard. "Ochaco!!!"

"What? It could be a clue." She shrugged. "Or maybe he’s small and you didn’t-"

Izuku stood up. "That’s it, I’m leaving."

"Izu, wait!" The brunette ran after him, walking beside him. "I’m just trying to help."

"It’s not helping…" he grumbled, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his shorts.

Though thinking about it, maybe it was helping a little… he didn’t "hurt"… and he knew Katsuki was well-endowed… when he did things with his toys, he always felt something afterward… but right now he felt absolutely nothing… so maybe nothing had actually happened…

"... Maybe he was on the bottom…" the brunette said casually.

Izuku turned his head to look at her as if she had just said the stupidest thing in the world.

"Don’t look at me like that. Maybe he likes being on the bottom with guys, or maybe he likes switching… I don’t know, I’m just trying to help you…"

Imagining Katsuki under him… moaning his name… while he- … fuck. "That really isn’t helping…" he muttered, cheeks red.

"Alright… We can always ask Shoto or Kirishima." She hooked herself onto his arm as they walked. "They were sober, they’ll probably be able to tell us what happened during the evening, and maybe we’ll figure out why you ended up in Katsuki’s bed."

Still better than asking the main person involved directly… "Yeah… let’s do that."

They made a detour toward Shouto’s tent, hoping to run into the boy and ask him some questions.

Luckily, he was sitting on a chair, his laptop on his knees, earbuds in his ears. He lifted his head when Izuku and Ochaco approached and took one earbud out. "Hi. You both look awful."

The brunette gritted her teeth. "Has anyone ever told you honesty isn’t always a good thing?" Izuku nudged her with his elbow.

"Sorry," said Shouto with his usual nonchalant expression.

"It’s a good thing you’re cute." Ochaco pushed her sunglasses up into her hair and crossed her arms over her chest. "We have questions."

The boy looked taken aback. "About what?"

"Last night…" Izuku said. "We’re really sorry to bother you when you look busy… we can come back later if you’d rather."

Shouto looked at Izuku for a moment before closing his laptop and taking out the other earbud. "No, it’s fine, it was boring me anyway. Sit down," he said, pointing at the other chairs right next to him.

They sat down, and Ochaco started talking. "Here’s the thing. Our dear Zuku here, because he’s an idiot, drank too much. So now he doesn’t remember anything. So we came to you to help us figure it out."

Shoto raised his red eyebrow as he looked at the girl. ""Us"?"

Ochaco blushed. "... My memories might not all be fully intact either…"

Izuku snorted a laugh that earned him a furious glare from his best friend.

"I see…" said the boy across from them, leaning forward to set his laptop down on the small table between them. "What do you remember?"

"Izuku doesn’t remember much, and I remember up to around when the girl left."

"Alright." He thought for a moment. "After that, you wanted to play the king’s game. I think Bakugou was the one who suggested it. You all drank a lot during that game."

"Oh no…" Ochaco groaned.

Shouto continued. "Nothing especially memorable happened during that game… except the end. Kaminari was king, and he dared Midoriya to jump into the lake from the dock…"

Izuku stayed silent… surely he hadn’t actually done that…

"... And you did."

Apparently he had… but what an idiot! Stupid! A drunk Izuku was an Izuku completely devoid of common sense and apparently totally suicidal…

"Wait… nobody stopped him?!" Ochaco protested.

"Actually, everyone thought he wouldn’t do it. Because he wasn’t reacting to Kaminari’s order since he was dozing off, so the game had started back up and everyone was focused elsewhere. Midoriya had stood up, and I thought he wanted to go relieve himself or step away for a bit… But he walked out onto the dock and before anyone could react, we heard the "splash"…" He looked at Izuku. "I’m sorry, I should have been paying attention…"

"It’s not your fault… I was an idiot, that’s all…"

"An idiot? My God, Izuku, you could have drowned!" She looked at him intensely as she took his hand. "No more alcohol for you. Ever. Or I’m telling your mother."

He laughed softly. "Promise."

She turned back to Shouto. "What happened after that?"

"Bakugou reacted faster than anyone else. He ran and dived in to get you."

Izuku stayed silent, mouth hanging open, Ochaco beside him looking exactly the same.

Katsuki had jumped into the water to get him?

"But… that could have been dangerous… he was drunk too, right?"

"Less than the others, but yes. Kirishima and I were about to go get you, but he already had you and was carrying you out of the water. I thought you were shivering from the cold because Bakugou’s arms were shaking while he was holding you… but it was him who was shaking, not you… When we tried to help him carry you, he screamed at us with a kind of anger I’d never seen from him before… Even Kirishima looked surprised. He was completely out of his mind…"

Ochaco’s eyes widened. "I remember that… Kiri offered to drive you back to the campsite after that…" she said, looking at her best friend.

Shouto nodded. "You left after that, and I don’t know anything else."

"Oh my God…" Izuku lowered his eyes to his hands, touching the bracelet around his wrist. "He must have been furious with me… I was stupid…"

"If he was really furious, that doesn’t exactly explain why you woke up in his bed half naked," the girl said with a sigh.

Izuku straightened up, eyes bulging. "OCHA!!!"

"What- oh… oops?" she said, realizing that yes, Shouto hadn’t known.

Of course, the boy barely looked surprised. "Did you sleep with him?"

Someone kill him. His friends had no shame whatsoever. "I don’t know… no? … maybe…"

They heard something move in the tent behind Shouto, and Izuku suddenly got goosebumps.

"You’re loud and it’s not even noon yet…" said a voice Izuku hated recognizing.

The tent opened and Touya stepped out, dressed only in a pair of boxers. Seriously, was it underwear day? Well, it was summer, so it made sense that everyone slept in barely anything…

He smiled instantly when he saw Izuku. "Heeeey… if it isn’t our golden boy’s new favorite toy…"

He walked over and was about to drape an arm around Izuku’s shoulders when Izuku grabbed his wrist hard and glared at him furiously. "Don’t touch me."

Touya looked surprised for a moment before slipping his fake smile back onto his face. "Oh, so it bites too…" He stepped closer to Izuku without touching him and smiled nastily. "I like that."

"Touya, stop." Shoto’s voice made Touya roll his eyes. He pulled free from Izuku’s grip and stepped back.

"I’m only joking, little brother." He put his hands on his hips, his icy blue gaze fixed straight on Izuku, as if he were studying him, or trying to figure something out.

That was already too much for Izuku. He stood up, taking Ochaco’s hand. "We’re leaving." The eldest Todoroki looked surprised at his cold tone, but Izuku didn’t care. He looked at Shouto. "You coming?"

The other boy’s eyes widened slightly, but it didn’t take him long to decide before standing up to join them. The three of them walked away, Ochaco clinging to their arms, leaving Touya behind.

Shouto sighed as they moved farther away. "I’m really sorry about him…"

"I really don’t understand how the two of you can be so different, but I’m glad you’re not an asshole," Ochaco giggled. "Why does he pick on Izuku so much?"

"Because he’s close to Bakugou," the other boy answered from her side.

Izuku and Ochaco turned their heads toward him, curious to know more. "But so are you, right? And the other guys too…" said the brunette.

Shouto glanced between the two of them, then fixed his eyes on Izuku. "He probably thinks there’s something between you. He’s very… jealous."

"Jealous? Of me?"

"Mmh. Touya and Katsuki have a pretty complicated history. I don’t know what he told you but… well, Touya never really managed to let go of Bakugou completely."

"Wait… time out." Ochaco stopped walking, stopping both boys with her. She frowned, trying to process the information. "I’m not aware of any of this. Can someone fill me in? Were Katsuki and him together? Like… officially?"

Shouto thought for a moment before answering. "More or less. Like I said, it’s complicated. And it’s not my place to tell their story."

"Which is understandable…" she grumbled. "And on top of that, he must have heard everything we said earlier…"

"Oh, about Midoriya and him having slept together?"

"WE DIDN’T SLEEP TOGETHER!!!" Izuku shouted, his face going deep red.

They started walking again, the brunette dragging them along by the arm. "Alright, alright… but we still need to know more. I’m going to text Mina to see if Kiri’s with her… with any luck…"

"Yeah… I really don’t want to go back to the chalet right now…" Izuku groaned.

Luckily, Kirishima really was with Mina. He was still in the shower when she invited them to join them in her little mobile home not far from the campsite entrance, where there was a whole section of mobile homes for housing staff who weren’t from the area.

It wasn’t as big as the boys’ chalet, and there wasn’t much room to sit inside. So when they arrived, they sat outside, where there was a small round table with a few chairs.

Izuku was really nervous after what Shouto had told him about what had happened the night before. He was truly scared he had made Katsuki angry, but at the same time he didn’t understand why, if he really had been angry, he would have let him sleep with him…

He hoped Kirishima would have more answers for him…

"Not really, no…" the redhead said bluntly.

Izuku was crushed.

His best friend took over. "But you were the one who drove them back, right? You really don’t know what happened after that?"

"No… actually, Bakugou didn’t even let me get out of the car…" he said apologetically. "He was in the back with you, Midoriya, and when he got out, he carried you… I wanted to help, but he told me he’d handle it and told me to go back to the lake quickly to "keep an eye on the other idiots.""

"And you agreed? What if he had done something to Izuku?!" the brunette protested.

Mina was about to answer, but Izuku stepped in first. "He would never do that."

His best friend turned toward him, looking slightly uneasy. "You don’t know that, Zuku… maybe he was too drunk…"

"He wasn’t," the redhead said, making all heads turn toward him.

"Excuse me, but we all saw him drinking." said Ochaco.

"Katsuki has a really high alcohol tolerance, and yeah, maybe he was a little drunk, but not wasted. He knew exactly what he was doing," Kirishima defended.

Shouto nodded. "He’s right. I’ve seen him really drunk before, and it took a lot more than that…"

"And when he is, he turns into this clingy teddy bear desperate for affection. We’ve got enough videos of him trying to hug everyone to make sure he never wants to be like that again," Mina giggled from her boyfriend’s lap.

Izuku would really like to have those videos, though. Purely out of curiosity.

"Alright, I get it. He wasn’t drunk… but that doesn’t change the fact that he ended up in bed, naked, with my best friend!"

Izuku sighed, blushing. "Are you really going to turn this into a matter of national importance?"

"If that’s what it takes to protect your virtue, yes."

At that moment, Kirishima got a message and grimaced as he read it. "Yeah… I think he’s looking for you, Midobro… He’s asking if I know where you are."

"Shit…" he muttered.

"You’re going to have to talk to him, Izu…" his best friend said sympathetically.

With a deep sigh, he stood up. "I… I’m going…"

"Do you want me to come with you?" the brunette offered.

He smiled at her, trying to hide his anxiety. He knew it wouldn’t work on Ochaco, but he still hoped she’d understand that he had to do this alone, even if he didn’t want to. "No, it’s fine."

With a final word of encouragement from the others, he set off toward the chalet.

Maybe he was walking a little too slowly, but he felt like he was heading to the gallows. Every step brought him a little closer to Katsuki.

What would he do if the blond told him they really had slept together while Izuku wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing? Would he be angry at Katsuki? Or maybe disappointed?

That was bullshit.

He trusted Katsuki, he knew the other boy would never have done that… But he needed confirmation. And more than anything, he needed to fill in the blank space from that night. And maybe also thank him for saving his life, while he was at it.

He thought about it again, hands in his pockets, staring vacantly ahead. He had really fucked up. How could drunk Izuku be that reckless… he must have scared all his friends… and Katsuki…

Shit…

He would have to apologize properly to all of them after clearing things up with Katsuki.

When he reached the chalet, he took a deep breath before putting his hand on the doorknob and opening the door.

The sound of the door made Katsuki come out of the small bathroom. His hair was flat and damp, dripping onto his neck and bare shoulders. He was wearing gray sweatpants hanging low on his jutting hips and-

No, Izuku, focus!

He mentally shook his head before meeting Katsuki’s gaze as the blond studied him with an unreadable expression. His brows were furrowed, but he didn’t really look angry…

He walked toward Izuku, who was still standing in the open doorway, his hand clutching the handle like an anchor. Now they were face to face, looking each other in the eye. Then the blond opened his mouth and asked, with a softness Izuku had rarely heard from him, "Are you okay?"

Izuku was stunned. He had expected to be called an idiot, to be insulted and criticized for doing something so stupid and ruining the evening. He had not expected the genuine worry in Katsuki’s voice.

"Yeah… I’m perfectly fine."

"Good." He got flicked on the forehead. "You’re a fucking idiot!" Ah, yes, that was more like it.

"I-I’m sorry! I didn’t think I was capable of doing something that stupid!"

"Oh really? And yet you did, you fucking-… shit. You could’ve drowned!"

"I know! And I’m sorry for making you worry! And everyone else too… I don’t know what came over me…"

The blond ran a hand over his face with a sigh.

"But… thank you…" The blond looked at him. "Shoto and Kirishima told me you… uh… got me out of the water…" He closed the door and finally let go of the handle.

"Anyone would’ve done the same."

A silence, then his brows drew together suspiciously. "Wait… what do you mean, those idiots told you? You were there… you…" His eyes widened as Izuku’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment and he lowered his gaze. "Fuck… of course you forgot…"

"... Sorry…"

"You don’t remember anything?"

"Not really… just the beginning of the evening."

"I see…" He turned around and headed for the bathroom, coming back out with a towel to dry his hair. "And why did you leave this morning?"

Izuku’s shoulders tensed. How was he supposed to explain that? Because I had a panic attack when I felt your warm body against mine? Because I was afraid my heart would explode? Because you smelled so good it drove me insane? Yeah, no. "I… I wanted to check if Ochaco was okay… She had drunk a lot…" he chose to say.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, then crossed his arms over his chest. "How would you know that if you don’t remember last night?"

Touché…

The blond’s arms dropped at the same time as he let out a deep sigh. "Listen. I can tell you’re being weird. So spit it out."

Come on, Izuku. "I… woke up in your bed…"

"No shit," said the blond.

"And… and you were there."

"It’s my bed, idiot."

Izuku’s nerves finally snapped. "You know exactly what I mean!"

"Say it clearly, Deku!"

"Did we sleep together?!" Izuku shouted.

There was a silence that lasted somewhere between 10 seconds and 10 years, he wasn’t really sure, because he was too focused on the overwhelming embarrassment he was feeling.

Because between this morning and now, he had had time to think through every possible scenario. Had Katsuki slept with him knowing Izuku was in a vulnerable state? Unlikely. Had they done it while they were both drunk and not fully aware of it? Or had he been the one to jump Katsuki?

Of course, he knew the most likely possibility was that nothing had happened at all, but his stupid brain just couldn’t stop imagining every option.

So now here he was, standing in the chalet kitchen, the blond looking at him like he had just said the dumbest thing in the universe.

The silence was heavy, almost enough to make his stomach hurt.

Until the blond broke it with a deep laugh.

Izuku was stunned. His cheeks, already red from embarrassment, burned with a deeper heat. Was his question really that funny?

"No, nerd, we didn’t sleep together."

Good. He had known it deep down, but it was still a relief to know his first time hadn’t just vanished from his mind.

"But… We slept together… and my clothes… I-I was wearing your boxers!"

Katsuki snorted one last laugh before stepping closer. "You were soaked, so I helped you change… but all my clothes are way too big for you. Luckily your ass is fat enough to fit my boxers." He smiled smugly.

"Who’s calling who fat now…" Izuku muttered with a pout.

"And you slept in my bed because there was no fucking way I was going to let you sleep alone in the state you were in. You could’ve choked on your vomit or, I don’t know, gone back out and tried to do another dive into that fucking lake." He tapped Izuku lightly on the forehead with a finger.

He raised his big green eyes to the red ones of the boy in front of him. "You… You were worried?"

He looked at Izuku like he was restraining himself from punching him in the throat to make him swallow his stupidity back down, then sighed. "Yeah, nerd. But I wasn’t the only one, you worried everyone."

Izuku felt really, really guilty. And the fact that he didn’t even remember it made everything ten times worse… "Sorry…"

"It’s fine, you’re okay."

"I don’t think I’ll ever drink again…"

The blond started laughing as he grabbed the t-shirt that had been lying on the chair and pulled it over his head. "You really thought we fucked?"

Wow. Straight to the point, no warning at all.

"Well… the situation was pretty weird…"

"Mmh."

"And I wasn’t sure whether I had hallucinated what we said to each other last night or not…"

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "In the woods?" Izuku nodded. "Yeah, that really happened." He smiled as he sat down on the couch.

Izuku looked away, blushing. "Oh…"

"Oh?" the blond repeated. "What? Did you change your mind?"

Izuku shyly met Katsuki’s questioning gaze. "... What about you?"

"... No."

Izuku’s heart hammered so hard in his chest it hurt. He looked at the blond once again, who hadn’t stopped staring at him, as if he were waiting for Izuku to show some weakness, some sign that he didn’t actually want this.

"What are you two talking about?" a voice yawned as the door to the boys’ bedroom opened, revealing one of the boys he hadn’t seen yet.

"Nothing that concerns you, moron."

"Sweet words first thing in the morning…" Denki giggled. He looked at Izuku… or rather, examined him, before a sly smile spread across his face. "What did you say to poor little Zuku?"

Katsuki snorted, giving the freckled boy a crooked smile. "Nothing. I think his imagination’s running wild."

Izuku shot him a murderous look that made the blond laugh.

The other boy in the room looked back and forth between them before sighing. "My head hurts too much to deal with your weird flirting." Izuku turned his killer glare on the electric blond. In response, the boy simply pulled him into a hug. "You really scared us last night…"

Izuku, forgetting all desire for bloodshed, hugged him back. "I’m sorry…" he said with complete sincerity cracking in his voice…

He really had scared all of them…

Denki pulled back and took Izuku by the shoulders. "Well! All’s well that ends well!" He turned his head toward Katsuki, who was looking at his phone. "Anything planned for today, boss?"

"No. A storm’s coming before the end of the day, so nobody’s going outside." He looked at Izuku. "Also, go get some stuff, warn Kirby, either you sleep here or at Mina’s place, but you’re not staying in your tent, it’s too dangerous." He stood up and put on his shoes.

"Where are you going?" Denki asked.

Katsuki grimaced, seeming to hesitate before answering. "I’m going to get that bastard Shouto from his tent. He’s spending the night here too."

"So it’s a sleepover!!!"

"Wait!" Izuku hurried over to Katsuki just as the latter opened the door to leave. He looked at Izuku with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "Shouto isn’t in his tent… He’s with Mina and the others."

The other boy’s brows furrowed. "And you know that because…?"

"I was with him and the others, that’s all."

Izuku was deliberately avoiding mentioning the fact that he had seen Touya. Katsuki didn’t need to know he was back, not for now anyway. As long as they stayed away from each other, everything would be fine.

Shouto’s words still echoed in a corner of his mind. Izuku couldn’t imagine for a second that Katsuki could have had any kind of relationship with someone like Touya. Even if the blond had mentioned they had at least already slept together once…

Izuku felt bile rise in his throat at the thought of the two boys together. Not jealousy, but anger. He felt a kind of rage toward Touya, as if Katsuki’s anger toward him had rubbed off on Izuku. And even though he didn’t know exactly what had happened between the two of them, he knew it couldn’t have been pretty judging by the blond’s visceral reaction to the mere mention of the eldest Todoroki.

"Mmh." Katsuki was watching him like he suspected there was more behind Izuku’s words. But before he could ask anything, a distant clap of thunder made them all jump. The blond turned his head to look out the window, the sky had darkened considerably in very little time. "Shit…"

"... It’s dangerous if the storm is already here… we should stay here, I’ll send a message to Shoto and Ochaco to warn them, you should contact Kirishima and Mina," Izuku suggested, looking outside as the rain began to fall softly against the glass.

Katsuki thought for a moment, then sighed. "Alright." He headed to his room to make a call while Izuku warned the others.

Ochaco told him that she and Shoto would stay safe with Mina and Kirishima until the storm calmed down.

Izuku had gone out into the rain and, with Katsuki’s help, had brought everything that had been lying in front of their tent into their van, just in case something got blown away by the wind or ruined by the rain.

After that, the four of them, Denki, Sero, Katsuki and him, stayed in the chalet while the rain kept getting heavier.

The storm had rolled in quickly, and it looked like it was there to stay for a while. Katsuki had told him that storms in the area could last a week, but most of the time they only lasted one or two days. Izuku hoped it was the second option. As much as he liked rain, the sound of thunder sent chills down his spine, so he really hoped it wouldn’t last.

During the afternoon, they had all gathered around the living room table to play poker, using candy they had found in an old kitchen cabinet as stakes.

Izuku didn’t know anything about it at first, but he was learning at an impressive speed. Result: a small pile of about a dozen candies sat proudly in front of him. Katsuki was just ahead of him with fifteen, Sero still had eight, and Denki… only two.

"Alright…" Denki announced, bringing his cards close to his face and squinting suspiciously. "This time… I’m gonna win!" He pushed his last two candies into the center of the table with almost dramatic determination.

"Seriously, man…" Sero snickered, amused.

"Don’t laugh! I’ve got a really good hand!" Denki protested, offended.

Katsuki, slouched in his chair, flashed a confident smile. "You wanna go all in? Fine."

Without hesitating, he pushed all his candies into the middle too. "I’m in."

"You’re bluffing!" Denki shot back, brows furrowed.

"Maybe." Katsuki answered with a crooked smile, his piercing eyes fixed on him.

"Well, I fold…" Izuku murmured, placing his cards face down in front of him. No chance he’d win with a hand like that.

"Same…" Sero sighed, tossing his cards in too.

The two blonds were left facing off alone. Denki was glaring daggers at Katsuki, while the latter, perfectly calm, stared back with almost provocative confidence. It looked like a western scene, two cowboys facing each other, waiting for the fateful moment.

Izuku, silent, watched the exchange with an inexplicable tension, as if something important was at stake. Beside him, Sero had gotten up casually to grab a beer, completely detached from what was happening.

The silence stretched.

The five community cards were already visible in the center of the table:

Ace of spadesAce of heartsTen of diamondsTen of clubsThree of hearts

Izuku blinked. "Wait… If I understand correctly, there are already two pairs on the table…"

"Yeah…" Sero murmured, sipping his beer behind him. "Smells like a full house…"

"Well…" Denki exhaled. "We reveal?"

Katsuki gave a slight shrug. "Go ahead."

Denki slammed his cards down with a sharp motion:

Ten of spadesSeven of hearts

"Full house!" he announced triumphantly.

Izuku nodded, impressed. "Oh yeah… that’s pretty strong…"

Denki lifted his eyes to Katsuki with a provocative smile. "So? You got better than that?"

Katsuki didn’t answer right away. He studied the cards, then Denki, as if already savoring the moment.

Then he laid his two cards down.

Ace of clubsAce of diamonds

Silence.

Then…

Sero burst out laughing. "Holy shit!"

Izuku sat up straight. "Two aces… wait…"

Katsuki tapped the table with a finger. "Four of a kind, aces."

Denki’s face fell apart.

"... No…"

"Yes."

"BUT I HAD THREE TENS!"

"And I had four aces." Katsuki replied mercilessly. "And four of a kind beats a full house."

"WHAT?! THAT’S BULLSHIT!!" Denki yelled, throwing himself backward.

Katsuki let out a short laugh as he pulled the whole pile of candy toward himself. "Should’ve thought before going all in."

"I believed too hard…" Denki muttered, completely devastated.

Katsuki finished gathering up the candy, satisfied, a nearly arrogant smile on his lips. "Game over."

And this time, it was indisputable.

"Yeah…" Denki said, straightening up, a smirk already back on his face. "But I’m sure you would’ve lost if we’d been playing strip poker…"

Katsuki stopped dead in his movement and glared at him, brows furrowed. "Bullshit."

"Mmhmm…" Denki insisted, amused. "You’d have let Izuku win."

Silence.

Then Katsuki narrowed his eyes dangerously. "... Say that again?"

Denki was grinning, way too proud of himself. "I said you would’ve let-"

He didn’t get to finish.

A handful of candy hit him square in the face.

"YOU REALLY TALK WAY TOO MUCH SHIT!!!"

Denki burst out laughing, raising his arms to shield himself as he scooted back in his chair. "Hah!!- Wait-"

A second volley.

Then a third.

The candies bounced off his shoulders, his hair, sometimes directly off his forehead.

"Ah-Stop!!!" he laughed, unable to get serious again. "You’re wasting your winnings!!!"

"It’s worth it, dumbass!"

Sero, doubled over laughing, nearly spat out his beer. "This is the worst end to a game I’ve ever seen…"

Izuku, meanwhile, was frozen beside them, cheeks red because of Denki’s comment, completely overwhelmed. He raised his hands, trying to calm the other boy down. "Ka-Katsuki, it was just a joke-"

Bad idea.

Katsuki turned his head sharply toward him.

And for a fraction of a second, Izuku thought he was about to get showered in candy too. But instead, Katsuki froze.

His gaze locked on Izuku’s.

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he looked away with a grunt.

"Shut up."

Izuku froze even harder.

Behind him, Denki had missed absolutely nothing.

And of course…

"Ooooh~" he sang, a huge grin on his lips. "Interesting. Very interesting."

Katsuki spun back toward him immediately. "You, shut the hell up."

"No but wait-" Denki started again, sitting up, hysterical. "This is even worse than I thought-"

A pillow flew across the room.

Direct hit.

Denki dodged it at the last second, laughing his head off. "Help-"

"I’M GOING TO KILL YOU."

Sero, still dying laughing, finally intervened. He raised his hands. "Okay okay, timeout! Timeout! Breathe-"

But Denki, incapable of stopping, threw out one last jab: "Admit it… you’d have hesitated at least a little-"

Katsuki grabbed what was left of his candy.

"Okaaay, okaaay! I get it! Sensitive topic!"

"Denki."

"Yeah, sorry."

A silence fell again, still lightly charged with muffled laughter.

Sero shook his head, amused. "Alright… Who’s up for a game of Uno?"

The rest of the day went by, the storm having grown worse at the start of the evening, and Izuku was starting to feel bad, like he was trapped. It was a strange feeling, because he liked the people he was with and everything was going fine. But he felt like he had nowhere to run under this storm, and it was making him feel a kind of claustrophobia. That, plus his heart racing every time the thunder cracked closer and closer.

He had gotten messages from Ochaco. She wanted to know more about what he had found out regarding his night with Katsuki, so he had explained vaguely, promising her a fuller account when they saw each other again once the storm had passed.

That evening, the four boys were finishing their meal when a particularly close clap of thunder struck, cutting the power and plunging them into darkness.

"Just what we needed…" Katsuki was the first to react, grabbing his phone and turning on the flashlight. "Don’t move. I’ll be back."

He disappeared into his room for a moment. Izuku could make him out kneeling down, rummaging through the closet with one hand while holding his phone with the other. A few moments later, he came back and set something on the table. Then he turned it on.

It was one of those little battery-powered camping lanterns. In a fraction of a second, the room was lit by a dim orange glow. It wasn’t enough to see perfectly, but it was enough to avoid smashing a hip into a piece of furniture or walking face-first into a wall.

Katsuki looked out the window. "Shit… it’s a full blackout… We’re gonna have to wait for it to come back."

"Okay, boss…" Denki said, standing up and gathering the empty plates to put them in the kitchen sink. "Well, I’m gonna take advantage of it and go to bed early!"

"Wait for me, I’m coming too. Night, guys."

"Good night!" Izuku said, standing up as well and finishing clearing the table. He was about to open the fridge to put away a bottle of water, but Katsuki stopped him by catching his wrist.

Izuku blinked and looked at the blond.

"Don’t open it. We still don’t know how long the outage is gonna last, and I don’t want the fridge losing its cool too fast."

"Oh… yeah, makes sense…" He set the bottle down on the counter instead.

"Mmh."

Katsuki was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

"Is something bothering you?" Izuku dared ask.

The blond’s eyes found his. In this light, they were a deep red, almost brown. "No…" He hesitated, then looked away. "What Denki said… it’s not true…"

Izuku frowned, completely confused. "... Huh?"

"You know… that whole… shit…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "The strip poker thing… I wouldn’t have let you win."

Oooh… so that was what had been bothering him? That was kind of cute. Izuku couldn’t stop the little laugh that escaped him, much to Katsuki’s annoyance.

"The fuck? Are you making fun of me?"

"No!" He waved his hands. "No, sorry… it’s just… I’d be disappointed if you let me win, honestly." He smiled at the other boy.

Silence fell between them, and the way Katsuki was looking at him was making Izuku more and more nervous. He looked away and stared at the water bottle on the counter in front of him. "I should probably go to bed too… I guess I’ll take Kirishima’s room… maybe I should text him to ask, it’d be rude to just-"

He nearly stumbled when he suddenly felt warmth pressing against him. He lowered his eyes to see strong hands planted on either side of him against the counter, trapping him between muscular arms and wrapping him in a light scent of beer and cinnamon.

"He’s probably already asleep…" Katsuki breathed softly into his ear. His warm breath grazed his earlobe, and he could almost feel the heat of his lips against his skin. He bit his lip and closed his eyes to hold back the moan tickling his throat as the blond pressed himself more firmly against his back. "He won’t say anything if you take his room… But… You can stay with me too…"

It was an offer.

A chance that Izuku could either take or leave. He had a choice: sleep quietly in Kirishima’s room or spend the night with Katsuki…

He knew that second option was by no means an invitation to sleep peacefully together and braid each other’s hair. He knew exactly where it would lead, and it made him really nervous.

But there was no way he was passing up an opportunity like that.

He gathered his courage in both hands and turned around within the blond’s arms to face him. His lower back was pressed against the counter because of how close the other boy was. He looked him in the eyes, trying to keep his cool, even though he mostly just wanted to beg. For what? Even he wasn’t entirely sure.

And then he opened his mouth.

"Are… Are you sure you want me…?" He hadn’t meant for it to sound so low and desperate. But fuck, seeing those red eyes almost turn black with how much his pupils were dilating was enough to tell Izuku that he was wanted, if only physically.

A faint chuckle brushed Katsuki’s lips. "You really are a fucking idiot, Deku," before he suddenly lunged at him, crashing his lips against his in a brutal, desperate kiss.

His big hands settled on Izuku’s hips and turned him, pushing him toward his room without ever breaking the kiss, until the smaller boy’s back hit the wall beside the door. Katsuki’s fingers dug lightly into the curve of Izuku’s hips while he pinned him between his body and the cold plaster behind him.

His kisses were messy, hungry, aggressive, like he was trying to devour him. And Izuku gladly kissed him back.

He instinctively lifted his arms to wrap them around the blond’s neck, making him freeze for a moment, as if he were only just now realizing what they were doing, and he pulled barely away from Izuku’s lips to murmur, "Are you really sure? You can still say no…"

In response, Izuku tightened his embrace and kissed him again.

The blond groaned against his lips, his hands sliding down Izuku’s body to his thighs. Katsuki lifted him up and guided Izuku into wrapping his legs around his waist, and Izuku was more than happy to cooperate, locking his ankles behind the other boy’s back.

Still pinned against the wall, Katsuki slowly lowered his head, trailing kisses along his skin while his lips moved down toward Izuku’s neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin below his ear.

Izuku bit his lip hard to avoid moaning, thinking about how they weren’t really alone in the chalet. He tugged lightly on the blond’s hair to get his attention, earning himself a bite at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

When Katsuki lifted his head to meet his eyes, Izuku mumbled a "b-bedroom…" too breathless and too far gone to form a proper sentence. But that was enough for the other boy to readjust his grip on Izuku’s thighs and carry him to his room.

He shut the door with a light kick and set the smaller boy down on the sheets just as the thunder struck again. Izuku jumped, glancing toward the window. But Katsuki pushed him so he fell backward onto the bed and climbed over him. "You’re not in any danger, nerd. This cabin survived me as a kid, it can survive the apocalypse." He smiled smugly in the darkness, and Izuku felt lighter.

He kept placing kisses here and there over every patch of skin he could reach, since Izuku was still fully dressed.

"Kat-Katsuki…" Izuku moaned as the blond gently bit one of his nipples through his shirt.

"Yeah?" He came closer again, placing kisses over Izuku’s face, so tender they felt like caresses. "What do you want, Izuku?" he murmured against his lips…

Then he felt it…

Thick and hard against his thigh…

Katsuki wanted him.

A million thoughts ran through Izuku’s mind. What was he supposed to do? Touch him too? Make him feel good with his hands? His mouth? He had never given a blowjob before… Well, maybe he had tried on his dildo in his bedroom in the middle of the night after hearing you could literally throw up or choke if you weren’t careful, so yeah, Izuku had "practiced," because you never know when you might end up with a dick in your mouth, right? Except his dildo was average-sized. A solid 14 cm.

Katsuki’s dick, from what he had already seen of it, was easily 5 or 6 cm bigger, and thicker too.

But fuck, if the image of that cock sliding down his throat until it cut off his air wasn’t turning him on…

"So…?" the blond asked, straightening up as if to look at Izuku. Even though in the dark, with the little light filtering through the window, they could barely make out each other’s silhouettes. But the lightning kept flashing, and Izuku caught a brief glimpse of Katsuki’s face above him.

And fuck, he looked divine. With every flash, Izuku sank a little deeper into his desire for this absolutely perfect man.

And, against all logic, he ended up saying the only thing his brain was imagining in that moment: "I want to suck you."

Another flash of lightning…

Katsuki’s eyes were wide open, shocked and probably far from imagining that Izuku might suggest something like that…

Then the blond burst out laughing and collapsed back down on top of Izuku. His face in the hollow of his neck. His chest was vibrating against Izuku’s as he realized what he had just said.

"Oh… oh my God…"

"Yeah…" Katsuki snorted, pressing a kiss just under Izuku’s ear. "I didn’t think you were that brave." Another kiss. "You’re a little pervert, actually…"

"S-shut up!" Izuku moaned, utterly mortified.

"Mmh…" His lips hovered above Izuku’s. "Gladly."

They kissed again with renewed intensity. Katsuki’s fingers slid down his body and caught the hem of Izuku’s t-shirt. He lifted it to pull it off, their mouths only separating so the fabric could pass, and it ended up somewhere in the room.

Izuku was moaning shamelessly into the other boy’s mouth, while those hands caressed his burning skin.

Too soon, the blond pulled back, and Izuku whimpered at losing the contact of those hands and that mouth he was already crazy about. Katsuki let out a small laugh as he straightened up, straddling Izuku’s hips. "Impatient nerd." He pulled off his own shirt and threw it in the same direction as Izuku’s.

At that exact moment, Izuku could have thought the gods were on his side for once, because several flashes of lightning lit the room one after another, giving him time to take in and appreciate the sight in front of him.

Katsuki, shirtless, sitting on his hips, skin shining with a celestial glow, hair slightly tousled, lips wet with their saliva, eyes filled with deep hunger as he looked down at Izuku beneath him…

The silence lasted one second…

then two…

then three-

Thunder crashed and, like a switch flipping, Katsuki lunged to reclaim Izuku’s mouth as if it belonged to him.

He didn’t waste a second, his hands already working at Izuku’s shorts, efficiently sliding them down his thighs until they were gone completely. Leaving the smaller boy in just his underwear.

Izuku copied him instinctively, tugging at the waistband of Katsuki’s pants and trying to drag them down over the blond’s ass. He groaned in frustration when he realized he wasn’t getting very far. Katsuki laughed, helping him out by kicking off his own pants while still licking into Izuku’s mouth.

"Fuck…" the taller boy moaned, licking over the piercing on the other’s tongue. "I’d really like to feel that thing on my dick…" Izuku’s cock twitched, and Katsuki smiled softly. "But not tonight…"

"W-what…? But I thought-"

"I’m not going to wreck your pretty throat your first time, Deku." Pretty? "We’re taking it slow, this time."

Katsuki slid down along Izuku’s legs, his hands moving slowly up his thighs as he removed his boxers, freeing his flushed, leaking cock, which flopped back against his stomach. He put his hands on Izuku’s thighs to spread them apart. The feel of his calloused palms against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs made Izuku shiver.

"Katsuki…"

"I know… Let me take care of you tonight," the blond ordered in a rough voice. "We’ll deal with the rest later."

He reached out and grabbed a small bottle of lube from his nightstand, pouring some into his palm. The sound of the liquid made Izuku blush harder, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Katsuki. The blond started rubbing his slick fingers together gently to warm them. Then he found Izuku’s entrance.

Izuku jolted, fingers digging into the sheets. The blond was teasing him without penetrating him, pressing only lightly against the muscle as if testing it.

He leaned over Izuku, his index finger still teasing his hole, to place kisses along Izuku’s cheeks and neck. "Shh… Breathe… slowly…" Izuku closed his eyes, savoring the tenderness, and obeyed.

He breathed slowly, deeply, syncing himself to the blond’s breathing… and then he felt it… the wet finger slowly pushing inside him…

He let out a tiny startled hiccup.

"Are you okay?" Katsuki asked sincerely.

"Y-yeah…" He wasn’t lying. The sensation was strange, invasive, different from when he did it to himself, so much more intense. But not unpleasant.

The blond pushed deeper until his whole finger was inside. He waited a moment, then slowly pulled out until only the first knuckle remained… and then pushed back in again, still gentle.

Katsuki kept moving in and out for a while… too long a while… he could feel the blond’s finger getting so close to where he wanted it, but never actually touching…

And it was starting to frustrate Izuku, who groaned and shifted his hips slightly, trying to make him reach the most sensitive spot himself.

Then he realized, feeling the smile against his neck, that the blond was playing with him…

"Katsuki!!"

"That’s my name…"

"... D-don’t make fun of me!" Izuku moaned, nearly on the verge of tears because he needed… more. Much more.

"Oh… I’m not making fun of you, Deku…" He pressed a kiss to his lips, then pushed his finger in harder, making Izuku moan. "But I’m still waiting for you to tell me what you want…" Another kiss.

What did he want? He wanted… he wanted to be fucked… he wanted to feel Katsuki inside him, he wanted to feel him down to his bones, he wanted all of him…

Another desperate moan, and Katsuki snorted softly. "Well?"

"F-fuck me! I’m begging you, Katsuki, fuck me!" he cried desperately, like a man dying of thirst.

"Finally." Katsuki growled, kissing him savagely and pushing a second finger into Izuku’s ass.

Fuck, yes… Finally…

Katsuki was hitting him with his fingers exactly where Izuku wanted… He was seeing stars behind his closed eyelids with every thrust.

The blond fucked him with his fingers with expert precision. He stretched him further, then pushed in a third finger.

"That’s it, nerd. Relax for me."

Katsuki was patient, a side of him Izuku never would have imagined in a situation like this. Even with the roughness of his movements, Izuku could tell the blond was taking care to open him properly, not to go too fast. Every time he slowed down, he used his thumb to stroke Izuku’s dripping cock, keeping him teetering right on the edge of orgasm without ever letting him go over, driving him into a sweet torture at the edge of madness.

When Katsuki finally decided he was ready, he pulled off his boxers, grabbed a condom, and rolled it onto his cock. Izuku was panting, probably looking pathetic, the lightning still illuminating them every few seconds… The blond placed his hands on either side of Izuku’s head, staring at him with an intensity that seemed like it wanted to read his mind, to gauge him. His cock was positioned against Izuku’s entrance, ready to give him an incredible experience.

"I’m going in, okay? If you want me to stop, tell me…" He hesitated for a second before adding, "Or punch me."

Izuku smiled and nodded, unable to speak.

The first push was intense. Izuku held his breath, eyes wide, feeling his body stretch to take in Katsuki’s impressive size.

"Easy… breathe, baby… like that…" Katsuki murmured, stopping to let Izuku adjust. He kissed his forehead, then his lips, waiting for the signal.

Izuku finally let out a shaky breath and tipped his hips forward, a silent invitation. Katsuki didn’t need to be told twice and pushed fully inside in one smooth motion.

Izuku’s cry was drowned out by another crash of thunder. It was a feeling of absolute fullness. Katsuki stayed still for a moment, his face tense with the effort of not losing control immediately.

"You… fuck, Izuku… you’re so tight…"

"P-please…" Izuku moaned.

Then he started moving.

At first it was slow, almost hesitant, but Izuku’s moans quickly turned into pleas for more, harder.

The pace sped up, growing wilder, more in sync with the storm raging outside. The bed creaked against the wall, but neither of them cared.

Izuku was lost in a whirlwind of sensations: the heat of Katsuki’s skin, the sound of their bodies colliding, and that raw emotion tightening around his heart. He loved him. He loved him so much it hurt.

Izuku knew he wasn’t going to last long. It was the best sensation he had ever felt in his entire life.

"Katsuki! Katsuki… I-"

"... Yeah?… Nnh… Me too… fuck, Deku…"

The blond went even faster, his movements becoming almost frantic. He grabbed Izuku’s hands, lacing their fingers together and pinning them against the pillow.

Izuku wanted to scream, to cry out the refrain of I love you I love you I love you running through his head as his orgasm rushed closer and closer…

Finally, in one last blinding flash of lightning that lit up the room like broad daylight, they crashed over the edge together. Izuku cried out as pleasure exploded through him, followed closely by Katsuki, who pressed his mouth against Izuku’s to muffle their cries as much as he could and groaned as he came inside the condom buried in Izuku.

After a moment, the blond collapsed against his chest, breathing hard, both their hearts pounding wildly against each other.

Silence returned to the room, broken only by the crackling sound of rain against the window. Katsuki didn’t move, and Izuku made no attempt to push him away.

Eventually, he lifted his head, brushing a damp strand of hair from the smaller boy’s forehead. "Are you okay?" he asked sincerely.

Izuku looked at him as best he could in the darkness. "I think I met God…" he whispered with a small smile.

Katsuki laughed too, pulling out of him with a slight grimace. "Thanks, nerd. You weren’t bad yourself."

Izuku closed his eyes and burrowed into the pillow. "Shut up…" he smiled, drifting slowly into sleep. For a moment, he wasn’t worried about anything anymore. Not his mother, whom he had lied to, not the research into his past and his father that was leading nowhere, nor his unrequited feelings for Katsuki that burned through him and would surely hurt when he came back to his senses.

No, for now his brain had been completely shut off by the intense pleasure his body had just experienced.

He vaguely heard someone murmuring beside him, then a soft pressure against his temple and warmth against him before he sank completely into sleep…

He’d turn his brain back on tomorrow…