you've always been a rival, idiot! you think i smash you with my howitzer cause i think you'll break? NO I DON'T! only people who can rival me. duh.
how's it different?
[Unfortunately Katsuki's pretty shit to his fans, meaning he loses a bunch of them, but the ones who-- like others in his class --think his aggression is a charm point, stick around despite his booms. Those are the ones at least worth keeping, since they're strong. He respects that. And the ones who fire back at him. Which sometimes is NOT a good result during interviews and public appearances.
He doesn't usually bother reading his own letters. Got better things to do. Sheesh.]
urusei! don't say that kinda crap at me!
[Eijirou speaks the truth, but rawr!]
[ooc: Mwaaa!! i'm good with moving into irl if you're down for it. they can have some personal time together. yeah playing with their grown-up lives is nice, especially cause we got to see some of it canonly, haha. eijirou's adorable in katsuki's car.]
[ Red is already on his bike as he reads through the assault of texts from the blonde- he knows what Katsuki means by calling him a "rival"- someone who is up to par with him, someone he knows capabel enough to go against him and stand tall, therefore someone he's willing to consider and trust. Still- its hard for his boyfriend-side of his brain not to purse his lips at the word... he'd prefer something a bit more endearing. But 'rival' is probably as romantic as the TNT could muster.
His bright red bike revs as it waits for him to text back...]
its DIFFERENT ;;;
anyways omw ilussssssssm
[ With a big grin he tucks his phone, slips on a helmet (yes it was red, with pointed horns on it!) and he hits the road. A bike just made sense to get to the scene much faster- of course, within the speed limit!
He makes quick work of getting home, he still has his apartment but Katsukis is much closer to everything-- and his bright red bike is parked right next to a rather posh looking, black luxury car. A little fancy for Eijirou but Katsuki was adamant it was the 'best' car- Red was sure it had nothing to do with the fact All Might had once had... a black car.]
Thank you for having meee... ~ [ He teases as he ducks into the apartment, opting for a friendly greeting every time instead of saying 'i'm home'-- it was very private building so he had not issue entering outside of his costume. And like per usual, his hands were filled with something- grocery bags, and his work laptop.
Eijirou perks up as he peeks his head in further, kicking off his boots- the only part of his costume that went with him everywhere-] hey, handsome- where are you?
[Eijirou's not wrong with those assumptions. Katsuki holds his rivals in a special place. People he both trusts and expects to push him even further. Despite his pride and attitude, he's aware he can only go so far on his own. Like putting heavier weights on to prompt muscle growth and strength. Without rivals, he reaches a plateau difficult to overcome alone. Of course he's going to demand his rivals be the best damn rivals possible!
But seeing Red Riot as a rival doesn't do a damn thing to influence Katsuki's view of his boyfriend. He's not challenging Eijirou to make the bed faster than him (though he's far more a neat freak than Red) and he isn't pushing him to best him at shopping. His boyfriend's not a battle, and he's mature enough to separate the two.
You know, until a certain spiky-haired punk swats his ass or incites a competition over some little thing.
Katsuki doesn't text back; he almost always refuses to text his boyfriend when he knows Eijirou's driving (and rages if he finds out he was texting while doing so). Driving means calling. Voices. Other than that, get home safe.
Eijirou's red horned helmets as awesome as it is ridiculous.
Hey, he likes his sporty car! It looks great, is strong as heck, and didn't cost him an arm and a leg! (Just an arm.) But he's got a 15 year warranty on it locked in with lawyers seal of approval. Someday soon, he's gonna ask Eijirou to move in with him instead of splitting two apartments... but lingering preference for his own space continues to nag at him and makes him hesitate. He wants to, yeah, but also wants to make sure it'll be the best idea for both of them. Not purely an emotional decision crawling into his chest each time Eijirou walks over the threshold.]
In the kitchen. Lock the door. [Called out in case Eijirou forgets. The scent of fresh herbs and something almost icy lingers in the apartment air. He's finishing up with their dinner: bibim-naengmyeon, or "cold, spicy, chewy noodles". A welcome distraction from the late summer heat outside.]
[ Competition over "little things" are the best!! His mans competitive demeanor was one of the charms Red fell for early on when they first met... so manly~.
HIS HELMET IS AWESOME. Bright florescent red that rivals even his own hair, he's a speed (at the limit!) demon on his bike- and it's great for saving on gas! ]
... ? [ Red smirks at the order to lock the door- bemused, he does as he's told before shaking off his shoulder bag and jacket- humming ] yes, siiir. wouldn't want some evil THIEVES breaking in- [ With a big smile he rounds the corner, chuckling as he gently puts his jacket over onf of Katsukis bar-counter chairs, feigning worry- pointy red brows knitting slightly and he juts out his lip like a pout- ] who knows what defenseless, young, handsome man lives in here... all alone~
[ His tongue peeks out in a tease because why not be a full grown man in his mid twenties and be silly, mlep- then Red lulls towards Katsuki, broad shoulders low as he sheepishly comes closer, right beside the blonde- chest bumping to shoulder, leaning to PLANT his face into the other mans cheek, humming into it- Eijirou never did outgrow that touchiness it seems.] hellooo, miss me? hm? why didn't you text back? ...mm, what's this? [ Million questions per usual- red eyes peering into the noodles, toothy grin ad he scrunches up his nose- it smelled...] spicy!
[Katsuki's always found it somewhat funny Eijirou loves going fast, given his Quirk turns him into a fucking weighted tank of a man. One reason he's hard to turn him down when the guy asks to hold on while Katsuki blasts around the air on off times. A rare little delight.
Look, sometimes the guy comes in and is too excited to see him or too busy putting shit down to remember a quick lock of the door behind him! Eijirou's got areas he's smart in, but he can also focus too hard on one thing. Good thing he doesn't hear that smarmy little comment about thieves.
Katsuki pulls a wad of brown noodles from a bowl of icy water, a few cubes clinking on the metal walls as water drips from his ball of buckwheat yarn. He gives it a few gentle bounces to shake the majority of water from it, then winds the wad around his fingers in a loose ball. Before plating it in the center of another bowl nearby.]
Fucking hilarious. Do you want me to feed you or not?
[That's a threat, lips dropping in a scowl. Does Eijirou really think he's immune to a snatched-away bowl of food? ... Most of the time he is. Big child. Bump goes a shoulder to shoulder as Katsuki brings the second wad of noodles home, both so cold they're already misting their concave nests.]
Oy! I'm working, dammit! [Does he try to shove him off or duck away? No. Only turns his head with a snarl before biting a certain someone on the cheek. Chomp. Plaster to him all you want, but don't get in the way while he's trying to get food in your gullet! Watch in awe as he spreads bright red pepper sauce paste over top each noodle ball, then crowns it with a handful of matchstick-cut cucumbers. Sesame seeds sprinkle. Half a hard boiled egg crowns. And a shallow moat of savory ice cold broth adds his final touch to the dish.] Cold noodles. It's called Bibim-naengmyeon in Korea.
[Similar to a soba dish from Japan, but tossed together rather than done piecemeal.]
You were driving. [As to why he didn't text back. A light notch of his elbow nudges Eijirou's abs.] Yours is mild.
[ Queue a staticky Local News programing with Red Riot hanging off Dynamights waist as he flies across the sky like a bright-red parachute and hollering 'Wooooooo!!' to make things worse. It wasn't the safest thing, but hey, if the Hardy Hero couldn't take advantage who could!?
Heroes who could 'fly' or blast themselves across town had it so easy! Aka why he bought his red-hot street bike... He loved his explosive boyfriend, why wouldn't he favor an explosively loud and fast mode of transportation?]
heh, yeees? Why do you think I came over all the way here? For you dashing good looks?
[ Red smirks playfully, full of crap lie since he practically squatted at Katsukis apartment most days- to the threat of a scowl frown, he tilts his head to offer a sheepish smile, only to lean back just a tad-] ah, sorry sorry! Working man... my bad~ [ His upper body might have pulled back slightly- to give Katsuki some space, boo!- but to replace it his right arm finds a home on the blondes waist- gently attempting to sooth the other man with a silent apology, fingers drawing small circles against the small of his back. Always so touchy, Red.]
mmmm? wow this looks fancy--aaaauuuww-! ita, tatata-- [ Bite. He tenses, staying still as his eyebrows scrunch together in a pathetic smile- baring the dull pain of Katsukis cheek bite. He's use to them- but he knows better than to pull away. Bakugou was the type of hound to bite and not let go if you fight back.]
oow. mm, treat me gently! I just got here. [ He finally pulls away a step, giving the cook his space, and leans back onto the counter right next to him- they've both grown in so many ways, and with change came habits. Eijirou had grown taller, as per usual the sudden height spurt wavered some confidence and he's learned to stand tall-- but he mostly slouches a bit in the comfort of home. With broad shoulders, thick arms and a few inches on most standard Pros - slouching makes him look like a looming beast. So, he adopted the "Hero Stance"- and its regular to find Kirishima jerking up to straighten his posture-
He peeks down at the dish, stars in his eyes-] bwaaaa, this is so neat. I'm telling you- we should have Amajiki-san over! He'd love it! [ Red chirps, grinning big at the mention of his old senpai---
then Katsuki mentions the dishes name.
He squints, staring quietly before offering a crooked smile, a red eyebrow arching coyly-] are you... watching my Korean dramas, babe?
[ His romantic, late-night K-drama novelas! He must have- suddenly making Korean noodles.
He teases, and his smile grows wider at the offer of the 'mild' dish, HUMMING happily, the Pro leans back up off of the counter, purposely crowding Katsuki again because he can- because he wants to- and bounces a quicky smooch on his partners cheek, he grins at Katsuki again with a cool mischief in his eyes. Mild. ] .. ... you looking down on me?
[ There's a flirtacious quirk in his eye when he uses the others usual phrase. Red wags his brows as if silently saying 'are you?'? Because OF COURSE HE CAN TAKE SPICY (he'll regret it later!) ]
THAT WAS RHETORICAL, DAMMIT!! [Katsuki scowls over his shoulder, threatening to brain that smirking red head with whatever utensil's on hand! Or douse him with icy water. He's got that nearby too, full of ice cubes. Does it bother him his boyfriend crashes at his place most of the time? If he did, it wouldn't keep happening... Another reason to ask him about moving in.] Go sit at the table and wait, Shitty Hair.
[An order promptly ignored as fingers crawl across his belt line and a muscular arm winds about his hips for a possessive, tender embrace. Tch- ... fine, so long as he's not gonna interrupt his work crafting a culinary delight. Apology accepted. For now. Not because he thinks his boyfriend's cute, or because some spiky-haired warlock's drawing circles on his back's diamond.]
Urusei. [Half muffled on a smooth cheek as he eases his own brows in a satisfied revenge. Released, jaws relaxed, tongue flicking a sneaky sneak of a lick across Red's bitten cheek before he puts his attention back to their meal.] I am treating you gently.
[He'd be through the wall with smoke rising if he was the subject of rough treatment. Red drools down a yarn-wound pod of noodles, seeping one or two droplets into their icy broth. A shed of green cucumber scrunches under their capping hat of hard-boiled egg, topped with sesame sprinkles, and Katsuki proclaims it done. All that's left is tossing it at the table. If his boyfriend wants to stop looking like a fucking model resting on the counter like that.]
He'd be staring at the wall the entire fucking time. If he didn't shit himself at the invitation.
[Look, he respects the guy for his amazing work and ability as a hero. He also mocks him for not getting over his crippling anxiety and supreme shyness. IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY DAMN SENSE!!]
Why the fuck would I watch that crap?! Korean food has a lot of spices in it! I watch recipes! [Jeeze! He's not wasting his time picking food from dramas. Loser. A little "punt" of one foot knocks at Red's calf, encouraging him to get his muscular butt to the table for dinner. Not before a smooth blitz steals one off his cheek.] You--!!
[Kick kick kick!] Take your shit to the table and die, dammit! [Such a pain in the ass! Don't make him shoulder you towards the table, because he will if he has to. Standing here flirting with him like that.] Move. I know you like it mild; you don't have to eat it hot just to prove nothing. Enjoy your food.
[And heads for the table with his own. He doesn't get any satisfaction seeing his boyfriend crying over food he can't taste or enjoy eating cause it's too hot. Certainly not a fan of lava shits later. No, he makes things he knows Eijirou will like, and his own dish gets the heat. Simple as that.]
I can't siiit if you don't let go-? [ Its a horrible excuse, but technically true- he stays docile until the blonde is satisfied with the 'punishment', and he's released. Red feigns a pained look, groaning with sheepishly dropped shoulders-] itaaa...-- oh?
[ The little lick to the cheek caught him off guard- Red SMILES, scrunching up his nose- because it was both cute, and dirty... in a good way. Which unintentionally riled up the Hardy hero-] Aaaaa-~! You're teasing me! Don't tease a man who's just left work, Tsuki- I'm tight wound after work, y'know? [ He chirps, taking a step to once again invade the blondes space, the hand that had been gently seeking to be forgiven earlier, now earning a new purpose- to paw at his partners waist before taking the chance now that Katsukis hands were both busy- aka semi lethaless- and he pats his boyfriends butt.
A "well done" toosh pat pat. Eijirou then hums, grinning when told he 'was' being treated 'gently.'] ... I might bite back~. [ Smileeeee. Pleased to see Katsuki pick up the plate to beeline towards the dining table-- not before kick kick kicking him on his way past. Red takes the kicking assault without batting an eyelash-- attempting to swerve around the kicking, pick up his plate, and nag back with a sheepish smile on his face. He lingers behind just for a second to sneak a few more precut cucumbers off the cutting board to add to his mouth- shh! Katsuki won't notice. His left cheek bulging like a hamster as he talks around the food-] don't be mean to Amajiki-san! He's great, plus he's waaaay better at that stuff. He thinks you're great!
[ "He has a personality disorder, Kirishima-kun." was more along the lines of what his senpai would tell him but that's neither here or there!]
AAAAND- it's not "Crap", it's art. And if you weren't such a log when you sleep, you might enjoy one or two episodes. It's romantic. [ Eijirou rambles as he tags behind his boyfriend with a pleased smile, crunch crunching the half a cucumber he put in his mouth. Talking with his mouth full-] Ah'I naow! I'mm... jush wanted- [ Swallows. Red chuckles as he shrugs a shoulder.] I just wanted to say it like you. It always sounds manly when you say it~
[ With a soft muted sound his ceramic bowl is set down on the table, but he waits for Katsuki to be the first to sit- hovering slightly, only for a moment until the other is seated and he can half bend over to truly kiss the other mans temple. Quiet, firm. Smiling as he pivots to sit himself down, Katsukis table was nice before he could easily drag a chair closer and sit near him enough for one of their knees to touch- and he always sits there.
His scarlet eyes lingering on the refreshing noodle creation- admiring the food- before he stops to look up and watch Katsuki takes his first bite instead- with an elbow on the table, chin propped to his palm he stares. ] ... you're too sweet to me. [ With a smirk, he leeeeans over a little, whispering-] it's like you got a crush on me or something~
[ with a heh!, Eijirou sliiides back to his bowl and SITS UP STRAIGHT- firmly exclaiming from the depths of his core-] thank you for the meal! [ He STABS the mound of noodles- and twists far too many at once- oh, such graceful dish was not meant for men like Kirishima- men who would demolish them in three mouthfuls.]
Tch, you're such a pain in the ass! [And yet makes no effort for a few more seconds to let him go. Tch, don't give him that pained look! He knows it's fake shit. (And it never fails to make his chest twinge slightly. Bastard.) Hence he gets a small reward to encourage his trouble maker lover back to the table.]
You're one to talk. [Teasing him and everything. Coming up and embracing him, chin on his shoulder, standing so close he feels the warmth from Red's body ghosting through his clothes. Dammit, you know what they do when they're together! Some of it's sexy. A lazy smirk hooks the corner of his mouth and he cants his head an inch closer to be a pure 100% brat.] How tight?
[If his man's gonna talk potential double entendres before dinner, he'd better be ready for the consequences. Should've know this would backfire on him. Should've seen it coming. But nope! A second's all he gets with both hands claimed before a naughty paw goes for his ass, patting fine muscle and earning a yelp from the explosive hero.] Dammit! Go sit down before I slaughter you!
[Or fuck him on the counter. Either one works. Snarl. He'll bite back. Way to induce a shudder right up his spine. So many memories of those teeth on his body, from playful nips to full-blown orgasm-calling chomps. Don't think he didn't notice a cucumber thief! ... but Eijirou earned them, so nothing said. He hooks a foot round the leg of a chair and pulls it out halfway, enough to slide his butt onto the seat and take it properly.
Only to grumble a bit when lips nuzzle into his temple and a proper kiss is stolen and planted upon his head. Ugh, how many times does he have to tell this man to sit the fuck down and eat? He's the one who said he was hungry on the way over! Plate tabled, utensils procured, and now drinks (once his boyfriend's seated and thus "locked in" to his position). Up he gets.]
Uh-huh. Then you invite him and see what he does.
[Katsuki doesn't think it has shit to do with a disorder and more the guy won't buck himself up and learn to get over his damn shyness. Not like the guy's even mentioned some traumatic experience leaving him in such a way. Eijirou completely reinvented himself before coming to U.A., and that took a shit ton of soul searching, determination, practice, and other things he's pretty damn sure Amajiki could do if he wanted to put in the effort.]
Art crap. [There, amended his statement. Water, juice, wine (if Red's feeling fancy), and tea. A quartet of drinks return with him to the table and he once more seats himself to start in on the meal. Chopsticks dug into the noodles for a quick tossing before he brings a mouthful to his lips.] I'd rather sleep!
[Implying he'd watch some episodes half-asleep. Right. Slurping up the trail of noodles, Katsuki glances to the side with eyes resting on his body. A macho man, elbow on table, chin in palm, gazing at him with a sweet adoring expression. Ready to say a sweet adoring thing. The blonde's eyes flatten and his brows follow suit in a nonplussed visage. Someone has way too much love on his hands if he's gonna postpone food for this.]
Shut up and choke. [Said with such grumpiness even as a "stray" leg just so happens to move under he table and nuzzle his knee to the other man's. Nothing to see here, nothing to note or feel, not like he's happy with stupid words and warm heart talking sappy to him.] You had a crush first.
[ Red is TURNING AROUND faster than his neck can snap, and he smirks (!!), squinting a little secretive how dare you while crunching on his stolen cucumber. He'll remember that one later.
Its not until he sits that Katsuki gets up- which makes the Hardy Hero turn to watch him move around the dining space, a wry smile growing on Eijirous face as he watched the blonde tend to them- to him. Katsuki was good at everything he did, and he looked great doing it too. Broad and toned, the way he moved so confidently around his own home, like he owned it (he did but still.) So, maybe he's smitten a little bit. Sue him! ] ... romantic art 'crap', mm. Thanks, babe. [ The drinks were a full circle of good choices and one dehydrating one-- Regular Eijirou would pick the tea; buuuut, with a pointed mischievous shine in his eyes he plucks up the glass of wine.]
I'm off duty tomorrow~
[ Red gives the blonde an animated wag of his brows as he takes a short sip; shuddering because wine wasn't his preference, but it took the edge off.] nmmm, yikes- who bought this? [ He SMACKS his lips. It was dry. But he takes another hard swing before putting it down, to smile back up to the other man--
He griiiiins at the incriminating words, You had a crush first, before offering a casual shrug and nod of his spiked head as if saying Yeah, you got me there. Turning back to the fancy bowl of food he pauses, and smiles wider- pretending he doesn't feel Katsukis knee under the table. As a Pro you have to become good at feigning things, sometimes it came with the costume- to play a part, and play along.
Playing along with Katsukis antics in private was his favorite.] ... yeah, but I got yoooou to crush on me back~ [ With the confidence of a man who got Katsuki Bakugou to date him, he SMIIILES from his seat, chewing with a sweet but shit-eating grin~~~]
You heard me. [Smug as fuck this one is, grinning at his man attempting to snap his own neck. Flustered over something like that? After teasing him a moment before? Ha! He has no sympathy for such a low blow.
Two glasses cupped in his fingers, deft thumb and fifth splayed out to ensure they balance side by side in his hand, Katsuki returns to the table, lowering his arm and offering one cup to Eijirou's snatch. Damn, seeing him sitting there brings a rush of emotion in his chest, nostalgia over his handsome face once more on his home. Where it should be. He's gotten used to spotting that spiky red head poking up from his couch, glowing in the morning sun as he wakes beside him, matted down in the shower as he cards his hand through crinkle crinkle. Sharp teeth between his smiling lips, a happy grin with his continuous chatter. Broad shoulders and strong back heading down the hall towards their room. Tch... He really needs to ask Eijirou to move in with him soon.]
Oh? That means you don't have a problem staying up late tonight. [And all implications rolling on his tongue and tone as they draw a smirk to his face. As if Eijirou needs to be lured into sleeping in; Katsuki's the early riser between the two of them. No mention of wine selection; he's pouring tea into his own glass, amber liquid sloshing around to three fourths full.]
No one bought it. That old bag brought it over as a gift. [Said something about "save it for a special occasion" or some shit like that. Katsuki slips a piece of meat into his mouth, chewing actions messing with his annoyed expression. She likes messing around in his personal life too much.] Don't drink it if you don't like it, idiot.
[Hmph. Eijirou's making this annoying. He's the one who had the crush first! Katsuki hadn't given a shit about any of his classmates at first! Only really focusing on Izuku out of spite and anger. Things changed over time, taking more notice of a certain red-haired macho guy who rose to his equal. Interesting, stubborn, strong, amiable, patient, happy, confident, things slowly attracting him the more he experienced with him. From bothersome start to this... and now he wants the guy to move in with him. When they can do more than bump knees under the table.]
I chose to like you back, dammit! [Yeah, no he didn't. Crush punted him right in the heart, and it pissed him off when he realized he was liking Eijirou back. Fighting it became too much a pain and he eventually demanded a date. As if to prove his crush wrong! ... It wasn't wrong.] You're not sleeping tonight.
yeaaah, I was pretending like I didn't, you flirt.
[ Smack, a hand swoops to pat! Katsuki on the toosh as he walked by him- Red was sitting and the blonde strode right by with the drinks so easy target. Smilinggggg up at the owner of the apartment as he does so- Red Riot was no stranger to butt smacking his mates. Well, with consent of course! Usually he keeps his hands to himself!
The smile turns wry at the mention of staying up late. A playful glint in his eyes proves intention, but Eijirou is quick to feign innocence as he purses his lips, half thoughtful and half sour from the dry wine coating his pallete. Yuck, but also, mm? He grins a bit, shrugging broad shoulders at the sign of an invitation to stay over- ] I dunnooo... I've been staying over waaay too much, no? Your neighbors are gonna complain. [ With a sad POUT, the full grown man peeks up at his boyfriend- he wasn't fishing at all. ] They're gonna think there's funny business going on, wouldn't want that~
[ Red eyes follow Katsuki as he serves himself tea, how conservative- with a relaxed smile Eijirou leans into the cup of win, sips and cringes again- smacking his lips again. ] Mmmmmm, classy~ Heh, your mom picks them good. [ Per usual complimenting the lady as much as possible as he rubs the tint of wine off his lips with the back of his palm; putting the cup aside- ] ... I like it~ [ Sorta.] I'm just not a wine guy.
C'mon, sit and eat. [ He wont eat unless Katsuki does too, so he waits for the other to serve his tea, meanwhile admiring the way the blonde meticulously serves it, watching the way his right arm moves- he's recovered fully by now, proven to overcome the PT. Eijirou can't help catching himself staring at his scarred up arm though...
Eyes snap back up, smiling again-] hm? HEH-! [ Chuckling, a laugh that tickled up his broad chest up to his shoulders- he leans back into his chair with a scoff-] is that what you call it? I literally hounded you! All first and second year- admit it. [ He leans over in his chair aaaaall the way, smirking happily- teasing the blonde into submission-] addmiit i-- [ Pause. He smirks at the little threat at the end- an eyebrow hooking in question. His head tiiilts to the side, hushing between then-] oooh? You signed me up for Over Time or somethin'? mm?
Oy! [Don't hit him on the ass if you don't wanna start something! Cheeky paw, liable to get Red into some trouble with frisky antics. Serve him right if a cup ends up dumped on his head. Big difference between smacking Katsuki's butt compared to Denki. Denki doesn't have the right to pin said redhead to the wall and growl into his neck while making out with his pulse point in revenge for the strike.]
Tch! [An elbow drops bone and all on the table and his props the side of his head in his palm like a petulant teenager being told off for a bad score. This bastard's sitting yonder teasing him with feigned innocence. He knows, doesn't he! How many times has Ejirou stayed over at his place now? Since he moved in, once a week barring travel at the very minimum. Enough he has his own drawer of clothes and a small toiletry bag nestled unique and kept in Katsuki's room. In goes a wad of noodles and vegetables, munching away with telltale jaw churning.]
I don't give a shit what those stupid extras think. They should know you're my boyfriend by now, unless they're fucking morons. [Goodnight kisses, sleepovers which don't see the brawny hero's car leaving till morning. It's obvious to anyone with half a brain they're together. To say nothing of what's been shown or talked about on television, regardless of Dynamight's ire.] If you're that worried about what they think, make it official and move in with me.
[Dude, if you don't like the wine, don't drink it. Says his eyes as they stare flat and wry from ashen lashes and choppy bangs. Already told his mom he didn't like the dry kinds, but there she goes. Ironic how wine matches their hair, with dark red for Kirishima and light yell for Bakugou. Go figure.] Use a napkin, not your hand, you heathen.
[Sheesh. He's already sitting and eating, so Red better start digging in. Yeah, no more trouble from his right arm minus the scarring and getting tired faster or hurting more than his left. While he prides himself on getting it back to "normal", there's no escaping the disastrous damage and desperate repairs. It'll never be as 100% as his left arm, just like his heart and lungs putting a time limit on how intense he can fight. Nothing as damning as the Todoroki family, but too hard and too long can leave his chest aching and his breath short. Requires a short break to cool down before he can go again. Luckily we're talking almost an hour of non-stop full-bore intensity to reach that stage.]
The hell do I have to admit? You were the one chasing me, dammit! [Bakugo's the one who decided when he finally wanted to accept those dogged affections. Even if it came from frustrating realizations he liked the guy back. Bastard wore him down with his stubborn determination and he found it too damn attractive to get away. Teeth grit between his lips, heralding a bare foot knocking his heel to Red's shin. Brat.]
[ Innocence in his voice which is also riddled with amusement at the snarky response- he holds up both hands in defense, mildly held up barely to his chest before smiling big. The chuckle that ran through him was genuinely bemused, he knew Katsuki secretly liked the attention- the more passionate the response the better. Even if sometimes it earned him a bite or two. Love bites, he called them. Plus, Red Riot was lucky he landed such a great PR Team!
They keep his over touchy demeanor on check- yes, he does the hovering hand + side-hug combo with his fans more times than not. ]
Hn, some people still chose to be politely ignorant, y'know? [ Red was usually proud of defending those who needed defending- so if some older, more conservative folks preferred to keep to 'the old' ways when it came to sexuality- he wasn't there to educate anyone as long as they were respectful about it. It didn't mean Red allowed intolerance to stand before him, though. He was ready to deter haters, hecklers, and arrest anyone going too far. Hell, he's been placed on temporally leave for 3 WHOLE DAYS for decking an anti-fan. A stalker really, who kept well... stalking them. The best 3 day staycation of his career. ] ... sooome people are just too old to get it- plus, your neighbors are nice. Wouldn't want them to complain, is all.
.... ? [ He's not the type to cause trouble when he's not in his uniform- so the idea of Katsuki getting reprimanded because of him was unacceptable. Eijirou tried to be polite every time he came around- help the older ladies with their bags (they flirted with him, it was cute!), helped get a cat down from wherever was too high, helped a young couple move a couch- heck, he wasn't only trying to be a Likable Pro Hero, he wanted to be a nice neighbor too. Erhm, semi-neighbor.
Crimson eyes snap up from the mouthful of noodles he was slurping up- Make it official and move in with me. Eijirou stares for a long second, until his eyebrow hooks up, his toothy grin grows as he chews through the delicious, cold noodles- ] ... is that your way of asking me to move in with you?
[ He's smug as he quips back, but there's a gentleness to his eyes- he notices the way the blonde man sits there semi-pouting prior to offering. Eijirou wasn't that dense; he could tell something had been weighing on his partners mind for some time now, weeks he'd noticed the way Katsuki had (potentially) been demanding him to stay over on days Red usually ducked back home in the middle of the night. When the redhead would feign having to 'water his plants' only for the blonde to snark back 'your plants are plastic, doofus.' Hey, they still needed someone to dust them off!
Small instances Red noticed from the corner of his eye. Instead of packing Reds clothes into his duffle bag, Katsuki was folding it into a drawer. He excused it by growling about hating his clothes laying around- then suddenly he had a drawer for his things. And the other night, at Todorokis birthday party- Mina had asked where her team could send her promotional Hero PR package for Red, to which Katsuki had answered for him to send it to his place because 'might as well.' Whatever that meant. That night he had stayed over though- he'd requested to 'be sent home', a request the blonde shut down immediately- they slept together since he had indulged too much and drunk Eijirou tended to get frisky. And in his drunkenness he remembered muttering most of the night 'I gotta goo home' but untangling himself from Katsuki had just been impossible...
"You are home, stupid" was all he got before blacking out. ]
your rent will go up. [ He says out of nowhere, staring still from his seat at the table- his tone was gentle, but cautious; as if warning the other man of the Offer he just put on the table. He waits, only to put his chopsticks down, licking over his lips, a thumb rubbing the side of his mouth before he turns to face his boyfriend again. Full body pivot. A hand reaching out to grab Katsukis chair, and he does a 50/50 chair pull and chair scoot to force them closer. He leans a bit to watch his handsome boyfriend- ] ... ... and I'll be in your space, all day. Every day. [ Another gentle warning, this was starting to sound as if Katsuki wasn't the only one thinking about this alternative.
Eijirous eyebrows softened as he offers, again-]
and you hate when I leave the used towel in the bathroom...
[ It will DRY if you HANG IT???? We don't always have to use a brand new one! ]
Like hell I am! [He's trying to eat, dammit! Katsuki scoffs as he lifts another bite to his mouth, barely giving the idea consideration before chomping down on his chopstick.] As long as they aren't stupid about it.
[Bakugo raged at his boyfriend's 3-day leave for taking out a fucking stalker. A STALKER!! A criminal offense! And Red's the one who got the slap on the wrist?! There's still some massive bad blood between Dynamight and the decision makers on that shit show, especially when he slammed down concrete evidence the man had stalked them. And not even out of admiration or attraction, but out of spite and dislike. A stalking anti-fan. Yeah, he was ready to take the case to court before Best Jeanist stepped in to settle things.]
No one's complained since I got the place, idiot. And you've clawed the walls before.
[It'll be fine. Why else did Eijirou think he would straight up suggest the redhead move in with him? Not the first time the blonde's thought of the idea, and not the first time he's almost said it, before cutting back when realizing it wasn't the right time. Now? Now's not the best time, but it's a right time. He isn't demanding an answer either, only putting the idea into his boyfriend's head to make this official.]
The hell does it sound like?! You want me to put it in writing?! [Ugh, this bastard! He shoves another clump of greens in his mouth and dumps his jaw on his free hand, chewing aggressively at his mouthful. Tch, simple yes or no or maybe or i'll think about it, but dammit, he's gotta throw it coy right back at him. Fucking tired of seeing Eijirou ditch his requests for him to stay over longer. Was he afraid of the commitment? Did his nerves frazzle over sharing an apartment in the same way he felt overwhelmed by his own agency opening? Or did he think he and Katsuki weren't compatible living together? All questions he figured the sturdy hero would foist and dawdle on.]
You're bringing your own income, idiot. [Slaps it down without batting an eye. He won't suggest joining their finances; that's something both should keep separate. Red eyes flick upward, noting his man's expression and tone as he sets his chopsticks down. Thumb across his mouth's corner, kidnapping a stray fleck of ginger dressing for his tongue's absent slide. But when hands captures the side of his chair, he sits up slightly, lifts his jaw from his hand, and lowers his own utensils. This suddenly turns serious. Pulled in, driven closer, body tensing. Here comes the warnings, protests, excuses, and other buffers. He'll destroy every one of them.]
You'll learn to use a new one every week. [Or they'll continue to do the same they always did, with Katsuki throttling the towel at Eijirou, yelling about why the fuck's the stinky thing still on the door, before stomping off with it to the rest of the laundry (after hanging up a fresh one). Towel makes it to the hook after others showers. A week and a half later... rinse and repeat. Fuck, if his boyfriend weren't more muscle for brains, he'd suspect the sturdy hero did it on purpose for attention.]
[ Okay, fair. He's not sure why he didn't think about that.
Eijirou held the position of looming, chair hostage, while Katsuki gave him enough grace to acknowledge his offers (warnings) related to them living together. This was serious! The idea of living together with his favorite person in the whole world was, of course, enticing- but not one to make so lightly.
Sero and Denki had tried to live together after graduation. Horrible mess. They fought about a mini fridge and Sero ended up almost moving back home with his parents.
They weren't them-- but it was an easy thing to weight against their possibilities earlier on in their relationship. If you would have asked Red about it after graduation he would have gnawed his nails off from the nerves...
Now? He couldn't think of anything better then to share a space with Katsuki. It pained him every time he forced himself to leave the other- it wasn't even a yearning thing anymore, but an abcense to his spirit that lingered when the blonde wasn't around. When he laid in his bed in his apartment- it felt foreign, like staying at a hotel for a weekend. It wasn't home. His home lived five blocks away in a slightly, better district and view. The only reason he stopped himself from putting the offer out there was... well-
Katsuki was a neat freak. It was cute usually, but the last thing he wanted was to ick his boyfriend into resenting his decision. Also, Katsuki never actually asked! It was always offhanded remarks, or aloof quips just like the one tonight- you should just live here. Yes, it would be easier then going back and forth- but easy isn't always Good. So, Eijirou did what any non-pushy,non-clingy, not-totally-anxiously-waiting-to-be-asked slash Cool, Chill Boyfriend would do...
He chuckled and answered, "Yeah, right~?" every time, but never actually took steps to move in. But oh, did he really, really want to. ]
okay... so, I pay half the rent. Fair. [ That was a given- but he's being serious right now so he says it out loud. A promise.
With a steady stare, his crimson eyes slowly squint, scanning Katsukis resting, confident face- if he was so confident about these answers- why not just ask him?! Eijirou slowly tilted his head at the towel remark, shutting his eyes with a soft huff!-] I can-! I can uuuse a new one every time, I just forget to... pick it up. I can pick it up. [ He proclaims, he believes in himself- Katsuki is worth it.
Slowly he leans over to invade his mans space, broad arms bending at the elbow as he planks there to get to eyelevel with him, expression genuinely serious, but he smiles again-] what about being in your space all day? hn? What are we gonna do if I drive you nuts one day, huh?
[ After a second, a smile slowly grows on his cheek- a cheeky grin. ] "Nuts" in a bad way, I already know you're crazy about me~ [ Those sharky teeth peek as he smiiiiles wider. ]
[He loves you, Red, but he knows you can be kinda stupid at times. Offering to move in together isn't something he threw out lightly, having taken time and considerations over the past months to decide whether he himself is willing to do that. He likes his own space, prefers things at his own speed and preference, his temper's explosive and he can be demanding as fuck about shit. Eijirou living with him means compromising on basically all of that.
Oy, don't compare the two of them with Duracell and Soy Face! Both those dumbasses were too laid back in different ways to ever make it work! Denki was better off living by himself until he figured out how to keep his own place. There's no way Katsuki is going to make any mistake like rooming with someone he can't get along with. And Eijirou has proven time and time again throughout the years he and Katsuki get along, are compatible, and work well together.
Despite acknowledging this is gonna be a change-- a huge change --Katsuki isn't someone who lets regrets live in his life. He has a few large ones, but those are things he has to atone for life without pacifying. Living with someone isn't on the same level. Eijirou will learn what sorts of things the blonde likes, and Katsuki will learn to compromise and accept the way the redhead is. It's... gonna be challenging, but they've spent several weekends together!
They'll take this rising challenge and utterly obliterate it like they always do. Together.]
Duh. We'll split the groceries and utilities. [How they do that is something they can work on later. Whether it's dividing the total costs, agree to take one over the other, or keep their shopping separate. Katsuki would probably want to handle the groceries, since he likes knowing what's coming into his apartment-- soon to be their apartment --and Eijirou has free access to add to the list or pick up things on his own outside the general shopping list. Shouldn't e a problem, since Class 1-A had to handle the shopping, cleaning, chores, and so forth when living at the dorm. It was training for their own place when they graduated! U.A. really was smartly planning ahead for their students' success.
Katsuki picks up his glass for another drink, then fixes Eijirou with his own serious look. Guess this is a training moment right here and now. Over towels.] Tch, trade it out at the end of the week. [Look at him, compromising. Honestly, using a new towel after every shower is a fucking ridiculous notion, considering it increases the rate of laundry exponentially. If he really wanted it each day, he'd end up getting a clothesline for the balcony and letting them dry outside in fresh air.]
We've got separate rooms until we decide we don't. [Is his answer for respective nuts. No different than the dorms, where an exasperated Katsuki stormed out of Eijirou's room and slammed the door to his own. Besides, he can always leave the apartment to cool down. Or just blast his boyfriend and all's good again. He reaches up as those strong arms cage him in, settling his hands on biceps for a mixture of copping feel and reassurance.] You're the one who's crazy about me, dumbass.
[Grumbled because Eijirou knows it's a deflection. Of course he's crazy about him! Why the hell would he be asking him to move in otherwise?!]
Full grown man nods along with the notion of a shared grocery list, split utilities, check, check- he could do that! No problem. He loves how quick Katsukis is to strike down the doubts- and warnings- he's put on the table. How the blonde sounds sure, so he's been thinking about this. If he hadn't- the blonde would voice it like always, expressing he needs more time to consider the options and make an action plan. It's why Katsuki was so good at what they did on the field, he was fast and resilient when it came to taking action. But not without thinking things through.
God, he was so hot.
Red nods stop there though- expression turning harder at the mention of sleeping in separate rooms and he slowly straightens up, alarmed- chirping back with a scoff- ] noooo way!
I-... mean....! [ Oops. A red color trickles up his jawline, and he juts out his lower lip like a petulant kid being told he couldn't play his favorite game. Worse! Play with his favorite person!
He feels strong hands touch him, his arms, Tsukis rough palms on the girth of his bicep make Eijirou settle down as he accepts the silent reassurance- how could he not? So he leans back over a bit, until their knees bump and so do their foreheads- and he siiiighs. His silly worries are not replaced by a more serious one-] please don't make me sleep in a different room?
I will literally lose my mind... You-! You might as well keep me five blocks away. A room is a lot- like- going back and forth? [ A crooked smile tugs up his cheek as he sputters- impossible!!!- and he chuckles at how insane he sounds- he leans over to rub,rub,rubs their foreheads together a bit as he complains to his boyfriend who is totally not crazy about him- and his smile grows wider.] mmm, I'll behave, I promise~
[He has no doubt in Eijirou's ability to pull off living with him. Will there be plenty of compromises? Yes, though lets be honest, likely more on the redhead's side than the blonde's. After all, he's got amazing home-handling skills and practices deserving to be emulated! But before they get into any deciding and compromising, he has to get his man's agreement. Taking aim at each doubt and protest, he blasts one after the other, crushing them into the ground with counterarguments and rationale. Of course he's thought about this! He isn't gonna invite just anyone to live with him, and he's not going to kneejerk reaction it either! Eijirou deserves his best. Friend, boyfriend, partner, roommate.
Haa? After all that, he's gonna raise a stink about separate rooms? Katsuki twitches a brow into his bangs, sharp angles even sharper to combat his boyfriend's huffing expression. A chopstick of food wanders to his mouth and vegetables crunch between his molars.] If you got an opinion, spit it out.
[Look, he said separate until they decide they don't want to be separate! His expression remains his usual RBF lock down as his throat flexes with a swallow, cords going taut while food drags down his gullet. Kinda cute Eijirou has his doubts and hesitations, then instantly flares up when sleeping separately splats on the table.] You're blushing.
[Bowl on the table once more, with his hands instead taking perch on Red's strong arms. Feeling curving swells of biceps and firm lining his triceps. Encouraging him silently to calm down and take a breath, let his head try to get around the sudden dump of potential future life all over his lap. As Eijirou eases into his space, knees bumping sending a spark of electricity racing for a place which shouldn't be coming up until later dammit, he rests his forehead against the other hero's brow, blonde spikes jutting round crimson.]
Che, you're such a whiner sometimes. [Yet impossible to keep his fondness from his tone. Such a dramatic man he's got. He draws circles with his thumbs on his boyfriend's arms, giving them a few squeezes.] Fine. Same room, Shitty Hair. [They can keep the other room set up as a bedroom on the off chance shit happens. Katsuki prides himself on his ability to keep a house and Eijirou's calm cheerful nature, but even they can get into fights. He isn't gonna kick him out-- he's not a sicko --but slamming the bedroom door in his face? ... Could happen? Dunno. They'll play it by ear when they move in.] You better not behave all the time...
[ Red eyebrows suddenly pinch together- a silent stubborn response to the accusation. A sharp smile curls up Eijirous lips though, and he GROANS at being called out for turning bashful when Katsuki put the offer of separate rooms on the table. He huffs, giving the blonde across from him a gentle purse of the lips- ] So whaaaat- ... you scared me there for a secon'!
[ What type of man would he be?! Truly, and undeniably, in love with his ideal person... but sleeping in separate bedrooms. Torture. Unmanly even.]
Am not. [ Red scoffs, pointy red brows scrunching up even further from the clear, but light, teasing his boyfriend is laying on him. Though, the firm touch on his arms doesn't go unnoticed. Its reassuring in many ways- both reminding Eijirou that whatever it was that was creating doubt was Okay, while offering a solid anker to the now. A present and a future to look ahead to, when at times the What Ifs threatened Red with a million possibilities that had his mind racing in an unknown direction anxiously... Katsukis touch held him firmly in the present.
Eijirou loved that about their relationship, it had been built on a foundation they both works very hard towards. And while he tended to be the more touchy one of the two when they were younger- a younger Kirishima couldn't keep his hands to himself!- now, the blonde Heros touch on him holds a true light when things get foggy for him.
Oh, and of course it it was hot. PDA was a rare thing when their costumes were on- but the times when Dynamight does brush up against him, heck even just checking in to see if his utility belt was on properly? Red Riot was always SMILING from ear to ear. Suuuree, he got a snippy remark back but it was work it! ]
It's something to whine about- hn, its a safety hazard, y'know? [ To sleep in separate rooms, he means. ... who's gonna watch your six? Hm? while you sleep? [ With a low, murmuring tone he teases right back. Red takes advantage of how close they were, smiling at the way Katsukis lips move as he chews quietly, fairer cheeks moving slowly-- he waits until the chewing stops to lean in further, invading Katsukis space to kiss him slowly. The subtle savory taste of their dinner still present, but Red doesn't mind, he doesn't break the kiss until his smile is growing wider like that of a mans whose just won the lottery-
Humminnnngggg a smile into Katsukis lips at the slight quip for misbehaving. He could do that, especially since Katsuki requested it so nicely. Hands finding Katsukis thighs, dragging up, rounding slightly over the toned muscle, squeezing at the rounder spot by his hips. If they weren't kissing like high-school lovers at their desks he would have pawed at his cute butt. The kiss grows warmer, slower- a ginger coated tongue peeking to greet Katsukis lower lip- just as Eijirou pulls back...
Red eyes PEEK up, stars in the center and he SMILES big and toothy- ]
We're MOVI- [ Wait, not quite. ] I'm moving! Bwwwaaaaa-! I need to get boxes!
[ Like the one-cell minded man he is, he pulls back a bit, hands sliding down his boyfriends thighs to his knees as he pushes back to THINK- face scrunching up a bit as he forms a thought-] ... I need to call the guys to help me move- OH- We're gonna have to tell the guys! OH! Moving party!
[ Once again turning to Katsuki with an excited face. Ooh, they're gonna be soooooo excited~ ]
Urusei! [He's not blushing! His food's spicy, that's all! How the hell can his man be two things at the same time. A cheerful smile on his face's bottom half, a stubborn brow furrow on top. OY! Who the hell said he could start groaning right down to his damn pants?! After spikes of flirting not but a few seconds ago! Tch, he was only putting out the offer since they'd been in separate rooms during U.A. anyways.] You weren't scared at all!
[He's never been as physical are Eijirou, bristly as fuck to other people and only starting to tolerate the other man's touches after a few weeks in school. While he's gotten a bit better over time and maturity, anyone he doesn't know is taking a gamble based on how he feels that particular moment. Compared to Eijirou who can lean on him, hug him, shove a hand in his and hold on, pop a chin on his shoulder, or pat his chest/arms down after a fight with the semi-excuse of checking him out for injuries. Semi... excuse. Most of the time Katsuki yells at him for it, but doesn't explicitly stop him from assuring his worrywart brain. Of course, when eh wants to touch Eijirou, he fucking does, because he's a brat like that.]
How the hell is it a safety hazard, dumbass?! Our dorms were one of the safest places on campus! [Eijirou didn't whine about sleeping in separate rooms when they became friends back then! Not that he had a reason to, since rooming together wasn't permitted. Still, nothing bad's gonna happen with a split-room setup, had they gone with such! Any further petulance is shut up be a leaning face and meeting lips, touching his own despite his mouth being currently half-full of chewed food. Good thing Katsuki's not a gross guy. Well, if he had just put something more solid in there, like a cherry, he'd be tempted to pass it. Like a jerk. Kissing lingers, so he swallowed, before leaning into the kiss for a return. Something softer, sweeter, with his mouth stayed shut for now. Not gonna tongue his boyfriend's mouth after a gulp of food.]
Brat... [A reverberating growl tremors pink lips, doing absolutely nothing in effort of stopping hands wandering up his thighs, cupping muscle and clothes as toned lines harden beneath his boyfriend's grip. All thanks to a damn squeeze right around the top, making his nerves jump and wanna twitch. Refuses. Too bad he's sitting down, so those greedy paws can't get to his butt. Doing so now would be a one-way ticket to the couch, no further questions or protests asked. Dinner's cold on purpose anyways. It can wait. Finally, a broken kiss, reluctant, but accepted.]
Uh-huh. [Shouldn't be a huge shock, since Eijirou had to move into the dorm at U.A., then his own place when he went Pro. This would be the third time. Likely not the last, since eventually Katsuki plans to upgrade again. He wants a house ultimately. Like his parents. Apartments are fine for now. He clicks his tongue at the idea of summoning more help.] Those assholes are gonna make it take forever!
[And they'll be pains in the butt with all their teasing, chattering, and incessant want to hang out. They'll probably turn what should be two days of packing and moving into a fucking week-long sleepover party.]
[ Is all he heard- so he reacts accordingly! Too busy filling up his mind with plans of how he would move out of his own apartment, how fast he could do it, and just how efficiently would it be to have Sero just tape everything up the day before the moving trucks arrived.
Uraraka could help him carry the stuff if he asked- she would be impressed in the way he was saving money by not hiring a crew. Tetsutetsu and him could tackle the heavy stuff. Mina and Denki-... well, they were moral support! Then as a good host Eijirou could offer them beers and dinner as a Thank You! Like in the American movies.] Uwwaa-! We can have a MOVING party, you're so smart, babe!
[ Totally Katsukis idea. Yep. ]
Nooo, nonono-! They'll help and then-... then we can do everything in a day 'nd stuff! [ Red was excited, sure packing would be immensely easy due to the fact that Eijirous things were either still in a moving box (because he was never home) or cheap furniture he didn't mind getting rid off. He had ONE real plant, which he kept in his shower because Mina told him to, the spiderplant seemed to thrive off of negligence it seemed. ] I don't have a lot of stuff, and I get get rid of, like... most of my furniture-
[ He pauses, turning to look around Katukis stylishly decorated living space- he took after his mom of course- so Eijirou turns to smile at him with a sheepish smirk, shrugging-] most of your stuff is nicer anyways?
[ There were a few things he would bring along into his new space, of course- pieces of his MANLY collecting from his dorms years! Some of his old gym pieces, more for keepsakes then use. His ultimate, mint condition Crimson Riot figure 00.3 version that came out when he bought with his first Pro Hero check(!!), and a cute limited edition Nendroid figure that came out of Katsuki the year before... A chibified version of Dynamight. His boyfriend was so cute even as a figure.
Had he seen it during one of his patrols and shamelessly walked into the store to buy it? Yes. Had it caused a huge PR scandal? Yeees. Would he do it again? YES. IT WAS THE LAST ONE! ]
... Weeell, it could use a little more red in some places~? [ Smirking, he taunts the huffing lips pressed to his cheek, Eijirou preens a big toothy smile as he nudgeees theire foreheads together, crimson hair brushing into ashen blonde, he smiles with little stars in his eyes-- a full grown, broad shoulders man was giddy from the idea of finally moving in together.] you'll get to be little spoon every night now, heh~ [ He smiiiiileesss into Katsukis cheek- like he doesn't like to be little spoon half of the time. Especially when he's sick!]
[As disgusted as he'd be to watch Hanta tape the shit out of all Eijirou's shit and drag it into the truck, it'd be stupid-but-effective in the end. They can kill themselves trying to peel all his tape off afterwards, dammit! He's not gonna help them for a second! (Though his tape eventually breaks down, so if Katsuki can live with a few bundles of boyfriend stuff sitting around the apartment...)
Yeah, their class could be one giant moving company with their Quirks, Hanta, Ochako, Momo to name specifics. He's not gonna suggest Tenya because even if the guy can get weightless items to the location at Mach 2, he can't stop so easily and that shit's gonna go flying across the country! DON'T INVITE EVERYONE!! YOU THINK HE WANTS TO HOST/COOK/PAY FOR ALL THOSE STUPID EXTRAS?! Doesn't want Eijirou doing that either!]
I NEVER SAID THAT!! HIRE A FUCKING MOVING COMPANY!! [Give them some proper business if you're just gonna pay your friends for doing the same job! And there goes his spiky-red-haired brain, whirling and chuffing and making the most out of his mental capacity. Katsuki's gonna give him such a look upon realizing his boyfriend's never bothered unpacking his usual boxes... Live where you are, idiot. Whatever, he'll make him unpack EVERYTHING when he moves in.
Bring the plant. Katsuki has a few cactus. Not in the shower.]
Let me see your furniture first. [He'll be the judge of that, buddy. As if he's gonna replace his own with Eijirou's (unless something's due for an upgrade), but he's not about to let the guy "get rid" of perfectly-good furniture when they can keep it in storage for the future or sell it to someone or give it to one of their friends who needs it. Denki could probably use some decent furniture, since Katsuki doesn't trust he picked out anything good.
Katsuki has a nerd bookshelf. Most of his collection remains back home with his parents (if they want him to take it, they'll say so, but he thinks they like keeping it for him since it reminds them of him) but some made its way here. Plus new additions. Including figures of his boyfriend. Damn right first edition mind condition! More cool than cute... though he has one...]
It's gonna have red all over it eventually. [Returning said smirk before he bites Eijirou on the cheek. Whole chomp, mouthful of cheek. Not hard, mostly a taunting gruff nom for being a sexy shit. Katsuki knows his boyfriend's never gonna grow out of his giddy childish side; it's one of his charm points.]
Haa?! You're not taller than me! You don't get to claim permanent big spoon! [He is AT MOST one centimeter taller than Katsuki.]
[Red eyebrows pinch in confusion- because technically he said 'party.' So, party. But when Katsuki mentions a moving company it dawns on him...
He can hire good people to do the job and still have a party. The dimples on his handsome face grow wider, Eijirou preens, whipping his head around to dawn his brilliant idea on his boyfriend-] uwaaa-! TRUE, you're right we can have some folks move the stuff- it's not a lot anyways- and then have a House Warming party! or- apartment warming party? Same thing.
[ He blinks when Katsuki requests to see the furniture, which sorta makes Eijirou smile- he leans over to press his face into the blondes like a spoiled, petulant grown child smiling into his favorite persons cheek.
He loves the idea of Katsuki wanting him in his space- their space. He's not sure why, they've been together for some time now, and the teenager version of himself would be jumping for joy if he heard Bakugou wanting to share rooms with him. Heck, one time he asked him to buy some cool semi-matching hoodies and he lost his shit. Now? It felt like being welcomed home after a long, long time.] mmmm, what do you wanna see? My used couch? my FANCY, ONE chair? ... maybe my awesome second-hand dresser~? [ He chuckles-] All yer'stuffs better than mine, Tsuki? [ Ah-! Eijirou wiiinces at the sudden chomp, and his chest bounces from being BITEN- instead of fighting it he leeeans into it, enjoying the subtle burn of Katsukis soft bite.
The only harm to ever come to Red Riots skin. Ever. And it was his favorite abrasion.
Then he turns his face- tugging off the bite with a little wince of his eye, as he smiles his big toothy own- trying to look scary-] ooohh... maybe you wanna see my bed~? [ Red gives him a pinched, wry smiiiiirk-
It was very rare they were slept together in his apartment. Katsukis was always far closer to work or- to mostly anything really. But on a rare occasion that Eijirou had to stay home... and the blonde visited. He'd seen his bed- at night. Sorta.
He leans over further, hands had already taking a nice spot on the blondes thighs, scouting the area subtly as they talked their wholesome conversation- by then his left hand was drawing small circles on Katsukis inner thigh with his thumb.] hm? [ Red eyes snap up to lock onto crimson- preening at the rebuttal-] I'm littteraly like one inch taller- [ Inches. Centimeters. Same thing. Eijirou grins, shrugging those broad shoulders as he leans back on his chair to somewhat turn his attention back to their dinner- but never scootching his chair away either.] maybe two~.
[ooc: i'm so sorry this got left behind! i was on vacation the entire last part of july and then everything happened when i got back in early august. this one got buried under other notifs. gomen!]
A moving party's where you fucking move shit. It's not some damn celebration with food and games.
[Gonna put a stop to that thought process before Eijirou decides to rock out to tunes while carrying a stack of books. He already sees his boyfriend's head wheels turning. Besides, a moving company's got years of experience, compared to a bunch of friends jumping in on shit none of them have done before. Mostly. Hell knows how Shouto and Momo got their shit in their rooms at U.A.
Ugh. Famous last words. Katsuki clicks his tongue, brows furrowing on his face above grit teeth. This guy's such a ball of good energy. Ticks him off... way less than it endears him to the blonde, but he's not saying that! Stupid dimples showing up on his charming smile, threatening to make his next words the go-to happening.]
Not until we get everything set up.
[Agree to his prerequisite and they can have an apartment-warming party with those other damn extras. He's not gonna have them come in and start putting shit places for them. Can you imagine everyone asking where this goes, what this is, digging into all their crap? Hell no! Uuuugh... Katsuki leans his head to the side over crossed arms as his manly man nuzzles into his face. Happy ass hedgehog.
There's a difference between wanting him in his space as a teenager going through school with only one room to his name and having his adult boyfriend moving in with him with an entire apartment to their own. He wouldn't call it the same as a shared hoodie. But getting to come home to Eijirou each night? Fuck, gonna take some getting used to.]
I said ALL of it, dumbass! [Right, chucking out "used" + "second hand" + "one" paints a pretty sorry + thrifty picture of his boyfriend's furniture choices. Definitely sounds like his shit's better than Eijirou's. Unless he's really attached to something, they'll be picking the upscale. You're not gonna be fucking scaring anyone with such a big ass smile, dork.] I've already seen your bed.
[The rare times he's actually been in Eijirou's apartment to sleep over. His always seemed to win out when it came to going to whose place. Another reason to move in. Katsuki rests his hands on his boyfriend's upper arms, thumbs tracing circles on his biceps in a mirror of what the other man's doing on his damn thighs. Two can play at this game! Red eyes lock with crimson, defiantly ready to defend his words!] A CENTIMETER!! [HUGE ASS DIFFERENCE! Not counting Eijirou's hair, which is indeed taller than Katsuki's.] Che.
[He hooks his foot around his boyfriend's chair leg and hauls it closer while he's heading towards it. There. Now he's more comfortable sitting side by side. Close enough to bump shoulders if they want. Back to food.] Make sure you tell your landlord when you plan to move out. They have to process shit.
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Date: 5/26/25 05:36 (UTC)you've always been a rival, idiot!
you think i smash you with my howitzer cause i think you'll break?
NO I DON'T!
only people who can rival me. duh.
how's it different?
[Unfortunately Katsuki's pretty shit to his fans, meaning he loses a bunch of them, but the ones who-- like others in his class --think his aggression is a charm point, stick around despite his booms. Those are the ones at least worth keeping, since they're strong. He respects that. And the ones who fire back at him. Which sometimes is NOT a good result during interviews and public appearances.
He doesn't usually bother reading his own letters. Got better things to do. Sheesh.]
urusei!
don't say that kinda crap at me!
[Eijirou speaks the truth, but rawr!]
[ooc: Mwaaa!! i'm good with moving into irl if you're down for it. they can have some personal time together. yeah playing with their grown-up lives is nice, especially cause we got to see some of it canonly, haha. eijirou's adorable in katsuki's car.]
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Date: 5/26/25 18:05 (UTC)His bright red bike revs as it waits for him to text back...]
its DIFFERENT ;;;
anyways
omw ilussssssssm
[ With a big grin he tucks his phone, slips on a helmet (yes it was red, with pointed horns on it!) and he hits the road. A bike just made sense to get to the scene much faster- of course, within the speed limit!
He makes quick work of getting home, he still has his apartment but Katsukis is much closer to everything-- and his bright red bike is parked right next to a rather posh looking, black luxury car. A little fancy for Eijirou but Katsuki was adamant it was the 'best' car- Red was sure it had nothing to do with the fact All Might had once had... a black car.]
Thank you for having meee... ~
[ He teases as he ducks into the apartment, opting for a friendly greeting every time instead of saying 'i'm home'-- it was very private building so he had not issue entering outside of his costume. And like per usual, his hands were filled with something- grocery bags, and his work laptop.
Eijirou perks up as he peeks his head in further, kicking off his boots- the only part of his costume that went with him everywhere-] hey, handsome- where are you?
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Date: 5/27/25 00:24 (UTC)But seeing Red Riot as a rival doesn't do a damn thing to influence Katsuki's view of his boyfriend. He's not challenging Eijirou to make the bed faster than him (though he's far more a neat freak than Red) and he isn't pushing him to best him at shopping. His boyfriend's not a battle, and he's mature enough to separate the two.
You know, until a certain spiky-haired punk swats his ass or incites a competition over some little thing.
Katsuki doesn't text back; he almost always refuses to text his boyfriend when he knows Eijirou's driving (and rages if he finds out he was texting while doing so). Driving means calling. Voices. Other than that, get home safe.
Eijirou's red horned helmets as awesome as it is ridiculous.
Hey, he likes his sporty car! It looks great, is strong as heck, and didn't cost him an arm and a leg! (Just an arm.) But he's got a 15 year warranty on it locked in with lawyers seal of approval. Someday soon, he's gonna ask Eijirou to move in with him instead of splitting two apartments... but lingering preference for his own space continues to nag at him and makes him hesitate. He wants to, yeah, but also wants to make sure it'll be the best idea for both of them. Not purely an emotional decision crawling into his chest each time Eijirou walks over the threshold.]
In the kitchen. Lock the door. [Called out in case Eijirou forgets. The scent of fresh herbs and something almost icy lingers in the apartment air. He's finishing up with their dinner: bibim-naengmyeon, or "cold, spicy, chewy noodles". A welcome distraction from the late summer heat outside.]
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Date: 5/27/25 02:51 (UTC)HIS HELMET IS AWESOME. Bright florescent red that rivals even his own hair, he's a speed (at the limit!) demon on his bike- and it's great for saving on gas! ]
... ? [ Red smirks at the order to lock the door- bemused, he does as he's told before shaking off his shoulder bag and jacket- humming ] yes, siiir. wouldn't want some evil THIEVES breaking in-
[ With a big smile he rounds the corner, chuckling as he gently puts his jacket over onf of Katsukis bar-counter chairs, feigning worry- pointy red brows knitting slightly and he juts out his lip like a pout- ] who knows what defenseless, young, handsome man lives in here... all alone~
[ His tongue peeks out in a tease because why not be a full grown man in his mid twenties and be silly, mlep- then Red lulls towards Katsuki, broad shoulders low as he sheepishly comes closer, right beside the blonde- chest bumping to shoulder, leaning to PLANT his face into the other mans cheek, humming into it- Eijirou never did outgrow that touchiness it seems.] hellooo, miss me? hm? why didn't you text back? ...mm, what's this?
[ Million questions per usual- red eyes peering into the noodles, toothy grin ad he scrunches up his nose- it smelled...] spicy!
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Date: 5/28/25 02:43 (UTC)Look, sometimes the guy comes in and is too excited to see him or too busy putting shit down to remember a quick lock of the door behind him! Eijirou's got areas he's smart in, but he can also focus too hard on one thing. Good thing he doesn't hear that smarmy little comment about thieves.
Katsuki pulls a wad of brown noodles from a bowl of icy water, a few cubes clinking on the metal walls as water drips from his ball of buckwheat yarn. He gives it a few gentle bounces to shake the majority of water from it, then winds the wad around his fingers in a loose ball. Before plating it in the center of another bowl nearby.]
Fucking hilarious. Do you want me to feed you or not?
[That's a threat, lips dropping in a scowl. Does Eijirou really think he's immune to a snatched-away bowl of food? ... Most of the time he is. Big child. Bump goes a shoulder to shoulder as Katsuki brings the second wad of noodles home, both so cold they're already misting their concave nests.]
Oy! I'm working, dammit! [Does he try to shove him off or duck away? No. Only turns his head with a snarl before biting a certain someone on the cheek. Chomp. Plaster to him all you want, but don't get in the way while he's trying to get food in your gullet! Watch in awe as he spreads bright red pepper sauce paste over top each noodle ball, then crowns it with a handful of matchstick-cut cucumbers. Sesame seeds sprinkle. Half a hard boiled egg crowns. And a shallow moat of savory ice cold broth adds his final touch to the dish.] Cold noodles. It's called Bibim-naengmyeon in Korea.
[Similar to a soba dish from Japan, but tossed together rather than done piecemeal.]
You were driving. [As to why he didn't text back. A light notch of his elbow nudges Eijirou's abs.] Yours is mild.
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Date: 5/29/25 06:14 (UTC)Heroes who could 'fly' or blast themselves across town had it so easy! Aka why he bought his red-hot street bike... He loved his explosive boyfriend, why wouldn't he favor an explosively loud and fast mode of transportation?]
heh, yeees? Why do you think I came over all the way here? For you dashing good looks?
[ Red smirks playfully, full of crap lie since he practically squatted at Katsukis apartment most days- to the threat of a scowl frown, he tilts his head to offer a sheepish smile, only to lean back just a tad-] ah, sorry sorry! Working man... my bad~
[ His upper body might have pulled back slightly- to give Katsuki some space, boo!- but to replace it his right arm finds a home on the blondes waist- gently attempting to sooth the other man with a silent apology, fingers drawing small circles against the small of his back. Always so touchy, Red.]
mmmm? wow this looks fancy--aaaauuuww-! ita, tatata--
[ Bite. He tenses, staying still as his eyebrows scrunch together in a pathetic smile- baring the dull pain of Katsukis cheek bite. He's use to them- but he knows better than to pull away. Bakugou was the type of hound to bite and not let go if you fight back.]
oow. mm, treat me gently! I just got here. [ He finally pulls away a step, giving the cook his space, and leans back onto the counter right next to him- they've both grown in so many ways, and with change came habits. Eijirou had grown taller, as per usual the sudden height spurt wavered some confidence and he's learned to stand tall-- but he mostly slouches a bit in the comfort of home. With broad shoulders, thick arms and a few inches on most standard Pros - slouching makes him look like a looming beast. So, he adopted the "Hero Stance"- and its regular to find Kirishima jerking up to straighten his posture-
He peeks down at the dish, stars in his eyes-] bwaaaa, this is so neat. I'm telling you- we should have Amajiki-san over! He'd love it! [ Red chirps, grinning big at the mention of his old senpai---
then Katsuki mentions the dishes name.
He squints, staring quietly before offering a crooked smile, a red eyebrow arching coyly-] are you... watching my Korean dramas, babe?
[ His romantic, late-night K-drama novelas! He must have- suddenly making Korean noodles.
He teases, and his smile grows wider at the offer of the 'mild' dish, HUMMING happily, the Pro leans back up off of the counter, purposely crowding Katsuki again because he can- because he wants to- and bounces a quicky smooch on his partners cheek, he grins at Katsuki again with a cool mischief in his eyes. Mild. ] .. ... you looking down on me?
[ There's a flirtacious quirk in his eye when he uses the others usual phrase. Red wags his brows as if silently saying 'are you?'? Because OF COURSE HE CAN TAKE SPICY (he'll regret it later!) ]
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Date: 5/30/25 03:49 (UTC)[An order promptly ignored as fingers crawl across his belt line and a muscular arm winds about his hips for a possessive, tender embrace. Tch- ... fine, so long as he's not gonna interrupt his work crafting a culinary delight. Apology accepted. For now. Not because he thinks his boyfriend's cute, or because some spiky-haired warlock's drawing circles on his back's diamond.]
Urusei. [Half muffled on a smooth cheek as he eases his own brows in a satisfied revenge. Released, jaws relaxed, tongue flicking a sneaky sneak of a lick across Red's bitten cheek before he puts his attention back to their meal.] I am treating you gently.
[He'd be through the wall with smoke rising if he was the subject of rough treatment. Red drools down a yarn-wound pod of noodles, seeping one or two droplets into their icy broth. A shed of green cucumber scrunches under their capping hat of hard-boiled egg, topped with sesame sprinkles, and Katsuki proclaims it done. All that's left is tossing it at the table. If his boyfriend wants to stop looking like a fucking model resting on the counter like that.]
He'd be staring at the wall the entire fucking time. If he didn't shit himself at the invitation.
[Look, he respects the guy for his amazing work and ability as a hero. He also mocks him for not getting over his crippling anxiety and supreme shyness. IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY DAMN SENSE!!]
Why the fuck would I watch that crap?! Korean food has a lot of spices in it! I watch recipes! [Jeeze! He's not wasting his time picking food from dramas. Loser. A little "punt" of one foot knocks at Red's calf, encouraging him to get his muscular butt to the table for dinner. Not before a smooth blitz steals one off his cheek.] You--!!
[Kick kick kick!] Take your shit to the table and die, dammit! [Such a pain in the ass! Don't make him shoulder you towards the table, because he will if he has to. Standing here flirting with him like that.] Move. I know you like it mild; you don't have to eat it hot just to prove nothing. Enjoy your food.
[And heads for the table with his own. He doesn't get any satisfaction seeing his boyfriend crying over food he can't taste or enjoy eating cause it's too hot. Certainly not a fan of lava shits later. No, he makes things he knows Eijirou will like, and his own dish gets the heat. Simple as that.]
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Date: 6/2/25 06:18 (UTC)[ The little lick to the cheek caught him off guard- Red SMILES, scrunching up his nose- because it was both cute, and dirty... in a good way. Which unintentionally riled up the Hardy hero-] Aaaaa-~! You're teasing me! Don't tease a man who's just left work, Tsuki- I'm tight wound after work, y'know? [ He chirps, taking a step to once again invade the blondes space, the hand that had been gently seeking to be forgiven earlier, now earning a new purpose- to paw at his partners waist before taking the chance now that Katsukis hands were both busy- aka semi lethaless- and he pats his boyfriends butt.
A "well done" toosh pat pat. Eijirou then hums, grinning when told he 'was' being treated 'gently.'] ... I might bite back~. [ Smileeeee. Pleased to see Katsuki pick up the plate to beeline towards the dining table-- not before kick kick kicking him on his way past. Red takes the kicking assault without batting an eyelash-- attempting to swerve around the kicking, pick up his plate, and nag back with a sheepish smile on his face. He lingers behind just for a second to sneak a few more precut cucumbers off the cutting board to add to his mouth- shh! Katsuki won't notice. His left cheek bulging like a hamster as he talks around the food-] don't be mean to Amajiki-san! He's great, plus he's waaaay better at that stuff. He thinks you're great!
[ "He has a personality disorder, Kirishima-kun." was more along the lines of what his senpai would tell him but that's neither here or there!]
AAAAND- it's not "Crap", it's art. And if you weren't such a log when you sleep, you might enjoy one or two episodes. It's romantic. [ Eijirou rambles as he tags behind his boyfriend with a pleased smile, crunch crunching the half a cucumber he put in his mouth. Talking with his mouth full-] Ah'I naow! I'mm... jush wanted- [ Swallows. Red chuckles as he shrugs a shoulder.] I just wanted to say it like you. It always sounds manly when you say it~
[ With a soft muted sound his ceramic bowl is set down on the table, but he waits for Katsuki to be the first to sit- hovering slightly, only for a moment until the other is seated and he can half bend over to truly kiss the other mans temple. Quiet, firm. Smiling as he pivots to sit himself down, Katsukis table was nice before he could easily drag a chair closer and sit near him enough for one of their knees to touch- and he always sits there.
His scarlet eyes lingering on the refreshing noodle creation- admiring the food- before he stops to look up and watch Katsuki takes his first bite instead- with an elbow on the table, chin propped to his palm he stares. ] ... you're too sweet to me. [ With a smirk, he leeeeans over a little, whispering-] it's like you got a crush on me or something~
[ with a heh!, Eijirou sliiides back to his bowl and SITS UP STRAIGHT- firmly exclaiming from the depths of his core-] thank you for the meal! [ He STABS the mound of noodles- and twists far too many at once- oh, such graceful dish was not meant for men like Kirishima- men who would demolish them in three mouthfuls.]
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Date: 6/6/25 14:12 (UTC)You're one to talk. [Teasing him and everything. Coming up and embracing him, chin on his shoulder, standing so close he feels the warmth from Red's body ghosting through his clothes. Dammit, you know what they do when they're together! Some of it's sexy. A lazy smirk hooks the corner of his mouth and he cants his head an inch closer to be a pure 100% brat.] How tight?
[If his man's gonna talk potential double entendres before dinner, he'd better be ready for the consequences. Should've know this would backfire on him. Should've seen it coming. But nope! A second's all he gets with both hands claimed before a naughty paw goes for his ass, patting fine muscle and earning a yelp from the explosive hero.] Dammit! Go sit down before I slaughter you!
[Or fuck him on the counter. Either one works. Snarl. He'll bite back. Way to induce a shudder right up his spine. So many memories of those teeth on his body, from playful nips to full-blown orgasm-calling chomps. Don't think he didn't notice a cucumber thief! ... but Eijirou earned them, so nothing said. He hooks a foot round the leg of a chair and pulls it out halfway, enough to slide his butt onto the seat and take it properly.
Only to grumble a bit when lips nuzzle into his temple and a proper kiss is stolen and planted upon his head. Ugh, how many times does he have to tell this man to sit the fuck down and eat? He's the one who said he was hungry on the way over! Plate tabled, utensils procured, and now drinks (once his boyfriend's seated and thus "locked in" to his position). Up he gets.]
Uh-huh. Then you invite him and see what he does.
[Katsuki doesn't think it has shit to do with a disorder and more the guy won't buck himself up and learn to get over his damn shyness. Not like the guy's even mentioned some traumatic experience leaving him in such a way. Eijirou completely reinvented himself before coming to U.A., and that took a shit ton of soul searching, determination, practice, and other things he's pretty damn sure Amajiki could do if he wanted to put in the effort.]
Art crap. [There, amended his statement. Water, juice, wine (if Red's feeling fancy), and tea. A quartet of drinks return with him to the table and he once more seats himself to start in on the meal. Chopsticks dug into the noodles for a quick tossing before he brings a mouthful to his lips.] I'd rather sleep!
[Implying he'd watch some episodes half-asleep. Right. Slurping up the trail of noodles, Katsuki glances to the side with eyes resting on his body. A macho man, elbow on table, chin in palm, gazing at him with a sweet adoring expression. Ready to say a sweet adoring thing. The blonde's eyes flatten and his brows follow suit in a nonplussed visage. Someone has way too much love on his hands if he's gonna postpone food for this.]
Shut up and choke. [Said with such grumpiness even as a "stray" leg just so happens to move under he table and nuzzle his knee to the other man's. Nothing to see here, nothing to note or feel, not like he's happy with stupid words and warm heart talking sappy to him.] You had a crush first.
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Date: 6/7/25 05:28 (UTC)[ Red is TURNING AROUND faster than his neck can snap, and he smirks (!!), squinting a little secretive how dare you while crunching on his stolen cucumber. He'll remember that one later.
Its not until he sits that Katsuki gets up- which makes the Hardy Hero turn to watch him move around the dining space, a wry smile growing on Eijirous face as he watched the blonde tend to them- to him. Katsuki was good at everything he did, and he looked great doing it too. Broad and toned, the way he moved so confidently around his own home, like he owned it (he did but still.) So, maybe he's smitten a little bit. Sue him! ] ... romantic art 'crap', mm. Thanks, babe. [ The drinks were a full circle of good choices and one dehydrating one-- Regular Eijirou would pick the tea; buuuut, with a pointed mischievous shine in his eyes he plucks up the glass of wine.]
I'm off duty tomorrow~
[ Red gives the blonde an animated wag of his brows as he takes a short sip; shuddering because wine wasn't his preference, but it took the edge off.] nmmm, yikes- who bought this? [ He SMACKS his lips. It was dry. But he takes another hard swing before putting it down, to smile back up to the other man--
He griiiiins at the incriminating words, You had a crush first, before offering a casual shrug and nod of his spiked head as if saying Yeah, you got me there. Turning back to the fancy bowl of food he pauses, and smiles wider- pretending he doesn't feel Katsukis knee under the table. As a Pro you have to become good at feigning things, sometimes it came with the costume- to play a part, and play along.
Playing along with Katsukis antics in private was his favorite.] ... yeah, but I got yoooou to crush on me back~ [ With the confidence of a man who got Katsuki Bakugou to date him, he SMIIILES from his seat, chewing with a sweet but shit-eating grin~~~]
sorry for the delay!
Date: 6/12/25 17:44 (UTC)Two glasses cupped in his fingers, deft thumb and fifth splayed out to ensure they balance side by side in his hand, Katsuki returns to the table, lowering his arm and offering one cup to Eijirou's snatch. Damn, seeing him sitting there brings a rush of emotion in his chest, nostalgia over his handsome face once more on his home. Where it should be. He's gotten used to spotting that spiky red head poking up from his couch, glowing in the morning sun as he wakes beside him, matted down in the shower as he cards his hand through crinkle crinkle. Sharp teeth between his smiling lips, a happy grin with his continuous chatter. Broad shoulders and strong back heading down the hall towards their room. Tch... He really needs to ask Eijirou to move in with him soon.]
Oh? That means you don't have a problem staying up late tonight. [And all implications rolling on his tongue and tone as they draw a smirk to his face. As if Eijirou needs to be lured into sleeping in; Katsuki's the early riser between the two of them. No mention of wine selection; he's pouring tea into his own glass, amber liquid sloshing around to three fourths full.]
No one bought it. That old bag brought it over as a gift. [Said something about "save it for a special occasion" or some shit like that. Katsuki slips a piece of meat into his mouth, chewing actions messing with his annoyed expression. She likes messing around in his personal life too much.] Don't drink it if you don't like it, idiot.
[Hmph. Eijirou's making this annoying. He's the one who had the crush first! Katsuki hadn't given a shit about any of his classmates at first! Only really focusing on Izuku out of spite and anger. Things changed over time, taking more notice of a certain red-haired macho guy who rose to his equal. Interesting, stubborn, strong, amiable, patient, happy, confident, things slowly attracting him the more he experienced with him. From bothersome start to this... and now he wants the guy to move in with him. When they can do more than bump knees under the table.]
I chose to like you back, dammit! [Yeah, no he didn't. Crush punted him right in the heart, and it pissed him off when he realized he was liking Eijirou back. Fighting it became too much a pain and he eventually demanded a date. As if to prove his crush wrong! ... It wasn't wrong.] You're not sleeping tonight.
no need to be sorry! no worriesss
Date: 6/14/25 06:57 (UTC)[ Smack, a hand swoops to pat! Katsuki on the toosh as he walked by him- Red was sitting and the blonde strode right by with the drinks so easy target. Smilinggggg up at the owner of the apartment as he does so- Red Riot was no stranger to butt smacking his mates. Well, with consent of course! Usually he keeps his hands to himself!
The smile turns wry at the mention of staying up late. A playful glint in his eyes proves intention, but Eijirou is quick to feign innocence as he purses his lips, half thoughtful and half sour from the dry wine coating his pallete. Yuck, but also, mm? He grins a bit, shrugging broad shoulders at the sign of an invitation to stay over- ] I dunnooo... I've been staying over waaay too much, no? Your neighbors are gonna complain. [ With a sad POUT, the full grown man peeks up at his boyfriend- he wasn't fishing at all. ] They're gonna think there's funny business going on, wouldn't want that~
[ Red eyes follow Katsuki as he serves himself tea, how conservative- with a relaxed smile Eijirou leans into the cup of win, sips and cringes again- smacking his lips again. ] Mmmmmm, classy~ Heh, your mom picks them good. [ Per usual complimenting the lady as much as possible as he rubs the tint of wine off his lips with the back of his palm; putting the cup aside- ] ... I like it~ [ Sorta.] I'm just not a wine guy.
C'mon, sit and eat. [ He wont eat unless Katsuki does too, so he waits for the other to serve his tea, meanwhile admiring the way the blonde meticulously serves it, watching the way his right arm moves- he's recovered fully by now, proven to overcome the PT. Eijirou can't help catching himself staring at his scarred up arm though...
Eyes snap back up, smiling again-] hm? HEH-! [ Chuckling, a laugh that tickled up his broad chest up to his shoulders- he leans back into his chair with a scoff-] is that what you call it? I literally hounded you! All first and second year- admit it. [ He leans over in his chair aaaaall the way, smirking happily- teasing the blonde into submission-] addmiit i-- [ Pause. He smirks at the little threat at the end- an eyebrow hooking in question. His head tiiilts to the side, hushing between then-] oooh? You signed me up for Over Time or somethin'? mm?
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Date: 6/16/25 16:24 (UTC)Tch! [An elbow drops bone and all on the table and his props the side of his head in his palm like a petulant teenager being told off for a bad score. This bastard's sitting yonder teasing him with feigned innocence. He knows, doesn't he! How many times has Ejirou stayed over at his place now? Since he moved in, once a week barring travel at the very minimum. Enough he has his own drawer of clothes and a small toiletry bag nestled unique and kept in Katsuki's room. In goes a wad of noodles and vegetables, munching away with telltale jaw churning.]
I don't give a shit what those stupid extras think. They should know you're my boyfriend by now, unless they're fucking morons. [Goodnight kisses, sleepovers which don't see the brawny hero's car leaving till morning. It's obvious to anyone with half a brain they're together. To say nothing of what's been shown or talked about on television, regardless of Dynamight's ire.] If you're that worried about what they think, make it official and move in with me.
[Dude, if you don't like the wine, don't drink it. Says his eyes as they stare flat and wry from ashen lashes and choppy bangs. Already told his mom he didn't like the dry kinds, but there she goes. Ironic how wine matches their hair, with dark red for Kirishima and light yell for Bakugou. Go figure.] Use a napkin, not your hand, you heathen.
[Sheesh. He's already sitting and eating, so Red better start digging in. Yeah, no more trouble from his right arm minus the scarring and getting tired faster or hurting more than his left. While he prides himself on getting it back to "normal", there's no escaping the disastrous damage and desperate repairs. It'll never be as 100% as his left arm, just like his heart and lungs putting a time limit on how intense he can fight. Nothing as damning as the Todoroki family, but too hard and too long can leave his chest aching and his breath short. Requires a short break to cool down before he can go again. Luckily we're talking almost an hour of non-stop full-bore intensity to reach that stage.]
The hell do I have to admit? You were the one chasing me, dammit! [Bakugo's the one who decided when he finally wanted to accept those dogged affections. Even if it came from frustrating realizations he liked the guy back. Bastard wore him down with his stubborn determination and he found it too damn attractive to get away. Teeth grit between his lips, heralding a bare foot knocking his heel to Red's shin. Brat.]
Guess you're gonna have to find out after dinner.
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Date: 6/16/25 20:23 (UTC)[ Innocence in his voice which is also riddled with amusement at the snarky response- he holds up both hands in defense, mildly held up barely to his chest before smiling big. The chuckle that ran through him was genuinely bemused, he knew Katsuki secretly liked the attention- the more passionate the response the better. Even if sometimes it earned him a bite or two. Love bites, he called them. Plus, Red Riot was lucky he landed such a great PR Team!
They keep his over touchy demeanor on check- yes, he does the hovering hand + side-hug combo with his fans more times than not. ]
Hn, some people still chose to be politely ignorant, y'know? [ Red was usually proud of defending those who needed defending- so if some older, more conservative folks preferred to keep to 'the old' ways when it came to sexuality- he wasn't there to educate anyone as long as they were respectful about it. It didn't mean Red allowed intolerance to stand before him, though. He was ready to deter haters, hecklers, and arrest anyone going too far. Hell, he's been placed on temporally leave for 3 WHOLE DAYS for decking an anti-fan. A stalker really, who kept well... stalking them. The best 3 day staycation of his career. ] ... sooome people are just too old to get it- plus, your neighbors are nice. Wouldn't want them to complain, is all.
.... ? [ He's not the type to cause trouble when he's not in his uniform- so the idea of Katsuki getting reprimanded because of him was unacceptable. Eijirou tried to be polite every time he came around- help the older ladies with their bags (they flirted with him, it was cute!), helped get a cat down from wherever was too high, helped a young couple move a couch- heck, he wasn't only trying to be a Likable Pro Hero, he wanted to be a nice neighbor too. Erhm, semi-neighbor.
Crimson eyes snap up from the mouthful of noodles he was slurping up- Make it official and move in with me. Eijirou stares for a long second, until his eyebrow hooks up, his toothy grin grows as he chews through the delicious, cold noodles- ] ... is that your way of asking me to move in with you?
[ He's smug as he quips back, but there's a gentleness to his eyes- he notices the way the blonde man sits there semi-pouting prior to offering. Eijirou wasn't that dense; he could tell something had been weighing on his partners mind for some time now, weeks he'd noticed the way Katsuki had (potentially) been demanding him to stay over on days Red usually ducked back home in the middle of the night. When the redhead would feign having to 'water his plants' only for the blonde to snark back 'your plants are plastic, doofus.' Hey, they still needed someone to dust them off!
Small instances Red noticed from the corner of his eye. Instead of packing Reds clothes into his duffle bag, Katsuki was folding it into a drawer. He excused it by growling about hating his clothes laying around- then suddenly he had a drawer for his things. And the other night, at Todorokis birthday party- Mina had asked where her team could send her promotional Hero PR package for Red, to which Katsuki had answered for him to send it to his place because 'might as well.' Whatever that meant. That night he had stayed over though- he'd requested to 'be sent home', a request the blonde shut down immediately- they slept together since he had indulged too much and drunk Eijirou tended to get frisky. And in his drunkenness he remembered muttering most of the night 'I gotta goo home' but untangling himself from Katsuki had just been impossible...
"You are home, stupid" was all he got before blacking out. ]
your rent will go up. [ He says out of nowhere, staring still from his seat at the table- his tone was gentle, but cautious; as if warning the other man of the Offer he just put on the table. He waits, only to put his chopsticks down, licking over his lips, a thumb rubbing the side of his mouth before he turns to face his boyfriend again. Full body pivot. A hand reaching out to grab Katsukis chair, and he does a 50/50 chair pull and chair scoot to force them closer. He leans a bit to watch his handsome boyfriend- ] ... ... and I'll be in your space, all day. Every day. [ Another gentle warning, this was starting to sound as if Katsuki wasn't the only one thinking about this alternative.
Eijirous eyebrows softened as he offers, again-]
and you hate when I leave the used towel in the bathroom...
[ It will DRY if you HANG IT???? We don't always have to use a brand new one! ]
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Date: 6/18/25 19:20 (UTC)[Bakugo raged at his boyfriend's 3-day leave for taking out a fucking stalker. A STALKER!! A criminal offense! And Red's the one who got the slap on the wrist?! There's still some massive bad blood between Dynamight and the decision makers on that shit show, especially when he slammed down concrete evidence the man had stalked them. And not even out of admiration or attraction, but out of spite and dislike. A stalking anti-fan. Yeah, he was ready to take the case to court before Best Jeanist stepped in to settle things.]
No one's complained since I got the place, idiot. And you've clawed the walls before.
[It'll be fine. Why else did Eijirou think he would straight up suggest the redhead move in with him? Not the first time the blonde's thought of the idea, and not the first time he's almost said it, before cutting back when realizing it wasn't the right time. Now? Now's not the best time, but it's a right time. He isn't demanding an answer either, only putting the idea into his boyfriend's head to make this official.]
The hell does it sound like?! You want me to put it in writing?! [Ugh, this bastard! He shoves another clump of greens in his mouth and dumps his jaw on his free hand, chewing aggressively at his mouthful. Tch, simple yes or no or maybe or i'll think about it, but dammit, he's gotta throw it coy right back at him. Fucking tired of seeing Eijirou ditch his requests for him to stay over longer. Was he afraid of the commitment? Did his nerves frazzle over sharing an apartment in the same way he felt overwhelmed by his own agency opening? Or did he think he and Katsuki weren't compatible living together? All questions he figured the sturdy hero would foist and dawdle on.]
You're bringing your own income, idiot. [Slaps it down without batting an eye. He won't suggest joining their finances; that's something both should keep separate. Red eyes flick upward, noting his man's expression and tone as he sets his chopsticks down. Thumb across his mouth's corner, kidnapping a stray fleck of ginger dressing for his tongue's absent slide. But when hands captures the side of his chair, he sits up slightly, lifts his jaw from his hand, and lowers his own utensils. This suddenly turns serious. Pulled in, driven closer, body tensing. Here comes the warnings, protests, excuses, and other buffers. He'll destroy every one of them.]
You'll learn to use a new one every week. [Or they'll continue to do the same they always did, with Katsuki throttling the towel at Eijirou, yelling about why the fuck's the stinky thing still on the door, before stomping off with it to the rest of the laundry (after hanging up a fresh one). Towel makes it to the hook after others showers. A week and a half later... rinse and repeat. Fuck, if his boyfriend weren't more muscle for brains, he'd suspect the sturdy hero did it on purpose for attention.]
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Date: 6/20/25 04:22 (UTC)[ Okay, fair. He's not sure why he didn't think about that.
Eijirou held the position of looming, chair hostage, while Katsuki gave him enough grace to acknowledge his offers (warnings) related to them living together. This was serious! The idea of living together with his favorite person in the whole world was, of course, enticing- but not one to make so lightly.
Sero and Denki had tried to live together after graduation. Horrible mess. They fought about a mini fridge and Sero ended up almost moving back home with his parents.
They weren't them-- but it was an easy thing to weight against their possibilities earlier on in their relationship. If you would have asked Red about it after graduation he would have gnawed his nails off from the nerves...
Now? He couldn't think of anything better then to share a space with Katsuki. It pained him every time he forced himself to leave the other- it wasn't even a yearning thing anymore, but an abcense to his spirit that lingered when the blonde wasn't around. When he laid in his bed in his apartment- it felt foreign, like staying at a hotel for a weekend. It wasn't home. His home lived five blocks away in a slightly, better district and view. The only reason he stopped himself from putting the offer out there was... well-
Katsuki was a neat freak. It was cute usually, but the last thing he wanted was to ick his boyfriend into resenting his decision. Also, Katsuki never actually asked! It was always offhanded remarks, or aloof quips just like the one tonight- you should just live here. Yes, it would be easier then going back and forth- but easy isn't always Good. So, Eijirou did what any non-pushy,non-clingy, not-totally-anxiously-waiting-to-be-asked slash Cool, Chill Boyfriend would do...
He chuckled and answered, "Yeah, right~?" every time, but never actually took steps to move in.
But oh, did he really, really want to. ]
okay... so, I pay half the rent. Fair.
[ That was a given- but he's being serious right now so he says it out loud. A promise.
With a steady stare, his crimson eyes slowly squint, scanning Katsukis resting, confident face- if he was so confident about these answers- why not just ask him?! Eijirou slowly tilted his head at the towel remark, shutting his eyes with a soft huff!-] I can-! I can uuuse a new one every time, I just forget to... pick it up. I can pick it up. [ He proclaims, he believes in himself- Katsuki is worth it.
Slowly he leans over to invade his mans space, broad arms bending at the elbow as he planks there to get to eyelevel with him, expression genuinely serious, but he smiles again-] what about being in your space all day? hn? What are we gonna do if I drive you nuts one day, huh?
[ After a second, a smile slowly grows on his cheek- a cheeky grin. ] "Nuts" in a bad way, I already know you're crazy about me~ [ Those sharky teeth peek as he smiiiiles wider. ]
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Date: 6/22/25 17:31 (UTC)Oy, don't compare the two of them with Duracell and Soy Face! Both those dumbasses were too laid back in different ways to ever make it work! Denki was better off living by himself until he figured out how to keep his own place. There's no way Katsuki is going to make any mistake like rooming with someone he can't get along with. And Eijirou has proven time and time again throughout the years he and Katsuki get along, are compatible, and work well together.
Despite acknowledging this is gonna be a change-- a huge change --Katsuki isn't someone who lets regrets live in his life. He has a few large ones, but those are things he has to atone for life without pacifying. Living with someone isn't on the same level. Eijirou will learn what sorts of things the blonde likes, and Katsuki will learn to compromise and accept the way the redhead is. It's... gonna be challenging, but they've spent several weekends together!
They'll take this rising challenge and utterly obliterate it like they always do. Together.]
Duh. We'll split the groceries and utilities. [How they do that is something they can work on later. Whether it's dividing the total costs, agree to take one over the other, or keep their shopping separate. Katsuki would probably want to handle the groceries, since he likes knowing what's coming into his apartment-- soon to be their apartment --and Eijirou has free access to add to the list or pick up things on his own outside the general shopping list. Shouldn't e a problem, since Class 1-A had to handle the shopping, cleaning, chores, and so forth when living at the dorm. It was training for their own place when they graduated! U.A. really was smartly planning ahead for their students' success.
Katsuki picks up his glass for another drink, then fixes Eijirou with his own serious look. Guess this is a training moment right here and now. Over towels.] Tch, trade it out at the end of the week. [Look at him, compromising. Honestly, using a new towel after every shower is a fucking ridiculous notion, considering it increases the rate of laundry exponentially. If he really wanted it each day, he'd end up getting a clothesline for the balcony and letting them dry outside in fresh air.]
We've got separate rooms until we decide we don't. [Is his answer for respective nuts. No different than the dorms, where an exasperated Katsuki stormed out of Eijirou's room and slammed the door to his own. Besides, he can always leave the apartment to cool down. Or just blast his boyfriend and all's good again. He reaches up as those strong arms cage him in, settling his hands on biceps for a mixture of copping feel and reassurance.] You're the one who's crazy about me, dumbass.
[Grumbled because Eijirou knows it's a deflection. Of course he's crazy about him! Why the hell would he be asking him to move in otherwise?!]
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Date: 6/26/25 04:45 (UTC)Full grown man nods along with the notion of a shared grocery list, split utilities, check, check- he could do that! No problem. He loves how quick Katsukis is to strike down the doubts- and warnings- he's put on the table. How the blonde sounds sure, so he's been thinking about this. If he hadn't- the blonde would voice it like always, expressing he needs more time to consider the options and make an action plan. It's why Katsuki was so good at what they did on the field, he was fast and resilient when it came to taking action. But not without thinking things through.
God, he was so hot.
Red nods stop there though- expression turning harder at the mention of sleeping in separate rooms and he slowly straightens up, alarmed- chirping back with a scoff- ] noooo way!
I-... mean....! [ Oops. A red color trickles up his jawline, and he juts out his lower lip like a petulant kid being told he couldn't play his favorite game. Worse! Play with his favorite person!
He feels strong hands touch him, his arms, Tsukis rough palms on the girth of his bicep make Eijirou settle down as he accepts the silent reassurance- how could he not? So he leans back over a bit, until their knees bump and so do their foreheads- and he siiiighs. His silly worries are not replaced by a more serious one-] please don't make me sleep in a different room?
I will literally lose my mind... You-! You might as well keep me five blocks away. A room is a lot- like- going back and forth? [ A crooked smile tugs up his cheek as he sputters- impossible!!!- and he chuckles at how insane he sounds- he leans over to rub,rub,rubs their foreheads together a bit as he complains to his boyfriend who is totally not crazy about him- and his smile grows wider.] mmm, I'll behave, I promise~
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Date: 6/29/25 19:56 (UTC)Haa? After all that, he's gonna raise a stink about separate rooms? Katsuki twitches a brow into his bangs, sharp angles even sharper to combat his boyfriend's huffing expression. A chopstick of food wanders to his mouth and vegetables crunch between his molars.] If you got an opinion, spit it out.
[Look, he said separate until they decide they don't want to be separate! His expression remains his usual RBF lock down as his throat flexes with a swallow, cords going taut while food drags down his gullet. Kinda cute Eijirou has his doubts and hesitations, then instantly flares up when sleeping separately splats on the table.] You're blushing.
[Bowl on the table once more, with his hands instead taking perch on Red's strong arms. Feeling curving swells of biceps and firm lining his triceps. Encouraging him silently to calm down and take a breath, let his head try to get around the sudden dump of potential future life all over his lap. As Eijirou eases into his space, knees bumping sending a spark of electricity racing for a place which shouldn't be coming up until later dammit, he rests his forehead against the other hero's brow, blonde spikes jutting round crimson.]
Che, you're such a whiner sometimes. [Yet impossible to keep his fondness from his tone. Such a dramatic man he's got. He draws circles with his thumbs on his boyfriend's arms, giving them a few squeezes.] Fine. Same room, Shitty Hair. [They can keep the other room set up as a bedroom on the off chance shit happens. Katsuki prides himself on his ability to keep a house and Eijirou's calm cheerful nature, but even they can get into fights. He isn't gonna kick him out-- he's not a sicko --but slamming the bedroom door in his face? ... Could happen? Dunno. They'll play it by ear when they move in.] You better not behave all the time...
soooo sorry for delay! i was away on holiday! :')
Date: 7/8/25 00:09 (UTC)[ Red eyebrows suddenly pinch together- a silent stubborn response to the accusation. A sharp smile curls up Eijirous lips though, and he GROANS at being called out for turning bashful when Katsuki put the offer of separate rooms on the table. He huffs, giving the blonde across from him a gentle purse of the lips- ] So whaaaat- ... you scared me there for a secon'!
[ What type of man would he be?! Truly, and undeniably, in love with his ideal person... but sleeping in separate bedrooms. Torture. Unmanly even.]
Am not. [ Red scoffs, pointy red brows scrunching up even further from the clear, but light, teasing his boyfriend is laying on him. Though, the firm touch on his arms doesn't go unnoticed. Its reassuring in many ways- both reminding Eijirou that whatever it was that was creating doubt was Okay, while offering a solid anker to the now. A present and a future to look ahead to, when at times the What Ifs threatened Red with a million possibilities that had his mind racing in an unknown direction anxiously... Katsukis touch held him firmly in the present.
Eijirou loved that about their relationship, it had been built on a foundation they both works very hard towards. And while he tended to be the more touchy one of the two when they were younger- a younger Kirishima couldn't keep his hands to himself!- now, the blonde Heros touch on him holds a true light when things get foggy for him.
Oh, and of course it it was hot. PDA was a rare thing when their costumes were on- but the times when Dynamight does brush up against him, heck even just checking in to see if his utility belt was on properly? Red Riot was always SMILING from ear to ear. Suuuree, he got a snippy remark back but it was work it! ]
It's something to whine about- hn, its a safety hazard, y'know? [ To sleep in separate rooms, he means. ... who's gonna watch your six? Hm? while you sleep? [ With a low, murmuring tone he teases right back. Red takes advantage of how close they were, smiling at the way Katsukis lips move as he chews quietly, fairer cheeks moving slowly-- he waits until the chewing stops to lean in further, invading Katsukis space to kiss him slowly. The subtle savory taste of their dinner still present, but Red doesn't mind, he doesn't break the kiss until his smile is growing wider like that of a mans whose just won the lottery-
Humminnnngggg a smile into Katsukis lips at the slight quip for misbehaving. He could do that, especially since Katsuki requested it so nicely. Hands finding Katsukis thighs, dragging up, rounding slightly over the toned muscle, squeezing at the rounder spot by his hips. If they weren't kissing like high-school lovers at their desks he would have pawed at his cute butt. The kiss grows warmer, slower- a ginger coated tongue peeking to greet Katsukis lower lip- just as Eijirou pulls back...
Red eyes PEEK up, stars in the center and he SMILES big and toothy- ]
We're MOVI- [ Wait, not quite. ] I'm moving! Bwwwaaaaa-! I need to get boxes!
[ Like the one-cell minded man he is, he pulls back a bit, hands sliding down his boyfriends thighs to his knees as he pushes back to THINK- face scrunching up a bit as he forms a thought-] ... I need to call the guys to help me move- OH- We're gonna have to tell the guys! OH! Moving party!
[ Once again turning to Katsuki with an excited face. Ooh, they're gonna be soooooo excited~ ]
s'all good! holidays are definitely more important!
Date: 7/10/25 01:45 (UTC)[He's never been as physical are Eijirou, bristly as fuck to other people and only starting to tolerate the other man's touches after a few weeks in school. While he's gotten a bit better over time and maturity, anyone he doesn't know is taking a gamble based on how he feels that particular moment. Compared to Eijirou who can lean on him, hug him, shove a hand in his and hold on, pop a chin on his shoulder, or pat his chest/arms down after a fight with the semi-excuse of checking him out for injuries. Semi... excuse. Most of the time Katsuki yells at him for it, but doesn't explicitly stop him from assuring his worrywart brain. Of course, when eh wants to touch Eijirou, he fucking does, because he's a brat like that.]
How the hell is it a safety hazard, dumbass?! Our dorms were one of the safest places on campus! [Eijirou didn't whine about sleeping in separate rooms when they became friends back then! Not that he had a reason to, since rooming together wasn't permitted. Still, nothing bad's gonna happen with a split-room setup, had they gone with such! Any further petulance is shut up be a leaning face and meeting lips, touching his own despite his mouth being currently half-full of chewed food. Good thing Katsuki's not a gross guy. Well, if he had just put something more solid in there, like a cherry, he'd be tempted to pass it. Like a jerk. Kissing lingers, so he swallowed, before leaning into the kiss for a return. Something softer, sweeter, with his mouth stayed shut for now. Not gonna tongue his boyfriend's mouth after a gulp of food.]
Brat... [A reverberating growl tremors pink lips, doing absolutely nothing in effort of stopping hands wandering up his thighs, cupping muscle and clothes as toned lines harden beneath his boyfriend's grip. All thanks to a damn squeeze right around the top, making his nerves jump and wanna twitch. Refuses. Too bad he's sitting down, so those greedy paws can't get to his butt. Doing so now would be a one-way ticket to the couch, no further questions or protests asked. Dinner's cold on purpose anyways. It can wait. Finally, a broken kiss, reluctant, but accepted.]
Uh-huh. [Shouldn't be a huge shock, since Eijirou had to move into the dorm at U.A., then his own place when he went Pro. This would be the third time. Likely not the last, since eventually Katsuki plans to upgrade again. He wants a house ultimately. Like his parents. Apartments are fine for now. He clicks his tongue at the idea of summoning more help.] Those assholes are gonna make it take forever!
[And they'll be pains in the butt with all their teasing, chattering, and incessant want to hang out. They'll probably turn what should be two days of packing and moving into a fucking week-long sleepover party.]
IT'S NOT A PARTY!! [It's gonna be a party.]
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Date: 7/19/25 05:24 (UTC)[ Is all he heard- so he reacts accordingly! Too busy filling up his mind with plans of how he would move out of his own apartment, how fast he could do it, and just how efficiently would it be to have Sero just tape everything up the day before the moving trucks arrived.
Uraraka could help him carry the stuff if he asked- she would be impressed in the way he was saving money by not hiring a crew. Tetsutetsu and him could tackle the heavy stuff. Mina and Denki-... well, they were moral support! Then as a good host Eijirou could offer them beers and dinner as a Thank You! Like in the American movies.] Uwwaa-! We can have a MOVING party, you're so smart, babe!
[ Totally Katsukis idea. Yep. ]
Nooo, nonono-! They'll help and then-... then we can do everything in a day 'nd stuff! [ Red was excited, sure packing would be immensely easy due to the fact that Eijirous things were either still in a moving box (because he was never home) or cheap furniture he didn't mind getting rid off. He had ONE real plant, which he kept in his shower because Mina told him to, the spiderplant seemed to thrive off of negligence it seemed. ] I don't have a lot of stuff, and I get get rid of, like... most of my furniture-
[ He pauses, turning to look around Katukis stylishly decorated living space- he took after his mom of course- so Eijirou turns to smile at him with a sheepish smirk, shrugging-] most of your stuff is nicer anyways?
[ There were a few things he would bring along into his new space, of course- pieces of his MANLY collecting from his dorms years! Some of his old gym pieces, more for keepsakes then use. His ultimate, mint condition Crimson Riot figure 00.3 version that came out when he bought with his first Pro Hero check(!!), and a cute limited edition Nendroid figure that came out of Katsuki the year before... A chibified version of Dynamight. His boyfriend was so cute even as a figure.
Had he seen it during one of his patrols and shamelessly walked into the store to buy it? Yes. Had it caused a huge PR scandal? Yeees. Would he do it again? YES. IT WAS THE LAST ONE! ]
... Weeell, it could use a little more red in some places~? [ Smirking, he taunts the huffing lips pressed to his cheek, Eijirou preens a big toothy smile as he nudgeees theire foreheads together, crimson hair brushing into ashen blonde, he smiles with little stars in his eyes-- a full grown, broad shoulders man was giddy from the idea of finally moving in together.] you'll get to be little spoon every night now, heh~ [ He smiiiiileesss into Katsukis cheek- like he doesn't like to be little spoon half of the time. Especially when he's sick!]
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Date: 7/23/25 13:05 (UTC)[As disgusted as he'd be to watch Hanta tape the shit out of all Eijirou's shit and drag it into the truck, it'd be stupid-but-effective in the end. They can kill themselves trying to peel all his tape off afterwards, dammit! He's not gonna help them for a second! (Though his tape eventually breaks down, so if Katsuki can live with a few bundles of boyfriend stuff sitting around the apartment...)
Yeah, their class could be one giant moving company with their Quirks, Hanta, Ochako, Momo to name specifics. He's not gonna suggest Tenya because even if the guy can get weightless items to the location at Mach 2, he can't stop so easily and that shit's gonna go flying across the country! DON'T INVITE EVERYONE!! YOU THINK HE WANTS TO HOST/COOK/PAY FOR ALL THOSE STUPID EXTRAS?! Doesn't want Eijirou doing that either!]
I NEVER SAID THAT!! HIRE A FUCKING MOVING COMPANY!! [Give them some proper business if you're just gonna pay your friends for doing the same job! And there goes his spiky-red-haired brain, whirling and chuffing and making the most out of his mental capacity. Katsuki's gonna give him such a look upon realizing his boyfriend's never bothered unpacking his usual boxes... Live where you are, idiot. Whatever, he'll make him unpack EVERYTHING when he moves in.
Bring the plant. Katsuki has a few cactus. Not in the shower.]
Let me see your furniture first. [He'll be the judge of that, buddy. As if he's gonna replace his own with Eijirou's (unless something's due for an upgrade), but he's not about to let the guy "get rid" of perfectly-good furniture when they can keep it in storage for the future or sell it to someone or give it to one of their friends who needs it. Denki could probably use some decent furniture, since Katsuki doesn't trust he picked out anything good.
Katsuki has a nerd bookshelf. Most of his collection remains back home with his parents (if they want him to take it, they'll say so, but he thinks they like keeping it for him since it reminds them of him) but some made its way here. Plus new additions. Including figures of his boyfriend. Damn right first edition mind condition! More cool than cute... though he has one...]
It's gonna have red all over it eventually. [Returning said smirk before he bites Eijirou on the cheek. Whole chomp, mouthful of cheek. Not hard, mostly a taunting gruff nom for being a sexy shit. Katsuki knows his boyfriend's never gonna grow out of his giddy childish side; it's one of his charm points.]
Haa?! You're not taller than me! You don't get to claim permanent big spoon! [He is AT MOST one centimeter taller than Katsuki.]
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Date: 7/28/25 04:06 (UTC)[Red eyebrows pinch in confusion- because technically he said 'party.' So, party. But when Katsuki mentions a moving company it dawns on him...
He can hire good people to do the job and still have a party. The dimples on his handsome face grow wider, Eijirou preens, whipping his head around to dawn his brilliant idea on his boyfriend-] uwaaa-! TRUE, you're right we can have some folks move the stuff- it's not a lot anyways- and then have a House Warming party! or- apartment warming party? Same thing.
[ He blinks when Katsuki requests to see the furniture, which sorta makes Eijirou smile- he leans over to press his face into the blondes like a spoiled, petulant grown child smiling into his favorite persons cheek.
He loves the idea of Katsuki wanting him in his space- their space. He's not sure why, they've been together for some time now, and the teenager version of himself would be jumping for joy if he heard Bakugou wanting to share rooms with him. Heck, one time he asked him to buy some cool semi-matching hoodies and he lost his shit. Now? It felt like being welcomed home after a long, long time.] mmmm, what do you wanna see? My used couch? my FANCY, ONE chair? ... maybe my awesome second-hand dresser~? [ He chuckles-] All yer'stuffs better than mine, Tsuki? [ Ah-! Eijirou wiiinces at the sudden chomp, and his chest bounces from being BITEN- instead of fighting it he leeeans into it, enjoying the subtle burn of Katsukis soft bite.
The only harm to ever come to Red Riots skin. Ever. And it was his favorite abrasion.
Then he turns his face- tugging off the bite with a little wince of his eye, as he smiles his big toothy own- trying to look scary-] ooohh... maybe you wanna see my bed~? [ Red gives him a pinched, wry smiiiiirk-
It was very rare they were slept together in his apartment. Katsukis was always far closer to work or- to mostly anything really. But on a rare occasion that Eijirou had to stay home... and the blonde visited. He'd seen his bed- at night. Sorta.
He leans over further, hands had already taking a nice spot on the blondes thighs, scouting the area subtly as they talked their wholesome conversation- by then his left hand was drawing small circles on Katsukis inner thigh with his thumb.] hm? [ Red eyes snap up to lock onto crimson- preening at the rebuttal-] I'm littteraly like one inch taller- [ Inches. Centimeters. Same thing. Eijirou grins, shrugging those broad shoulders as he leans back on his chair to somewhat turn his attention back to their dinner- but never scootching his chair away either.] maybe two~.
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Date: 8/13/25 17:01 (UTC)A moving party's where you fucking move shit. It's not some damn celebration with food and games.
[Gonna put a stop to that thought process before Eijirou decides to rock out to tunes while carrying a stack of books. He already sees his boyfriend's head wheels turning. Besides, a moving company's got years of experience, compared to a bunch of friends jumping in on shit none of them have done before. Mostly. Hell knows how Shouto and Momo got their shit in their rooms at U.A.
Ugh. Famous last words. Katsuki clicks his tongue, brows furrowing on his face above grit teeth. This guy's such a ball of good energy. Ticks him off... way less than it endears him to the blonde, but he's not saying that! Stupid dimples showing up on his charming smile, threatening to make his next words the go-to happening.]
Not until we get everything set up.
[Agree to his prerequisite and they can have an apartment-warming party with those other damn extras. He's not gonna have them come in and start putting shit places for them. Can you imagine everyone asking where this goes, what this is, digging into all their crap? Hell no! Uuuugh... Katsuki leans his head to the side over crossed arms as his manly man nuzzles into his face. Happy ass hedgehog.
There's a difference between wanting him in his space as a teenager going through school with only one room to his name and having his adult boyfriend moving in with him with an entire apartment to their own. He wouldn't call it the same as a shared hoodie. But getting to come home to Eijirou each night? Fuck, gonna take some getting used to.]
I said ALL of it, dumbass! [Right, chucking out "used" + "second hand" + "one" paints a pretty sorry + thrifty picture of his boyfriend's furniture choices. Definitely sounds like his shit's better than Eijirou's. Unless he's really attached to something, they'll be picking the upscale. You're not gonna be fucking scaring anyone with such a big ass smile, dork.] I've already seen your bed.
[The rare times he's actually been in Eijirou's apartment to sleep over. His always seemed to win out when it came to going to whose place. Another reason to move in. Katsuki rests his hands on his boyfriend's upper arms, thumbs tracing circles on his biceps in a mirror of what the other man's doing on his damn thighs. Two can play at this game! Red eyes lock with crimson, defiantly ready to defend his words!] A CENTIMETER!! [HUGE ASS DIFFERENCE! Not counting Eijirou's hair, which is indeed taller than Katsuki's.] Che.
[He hooks his foot around his boyfriend's chair leg and hauls it closer while he's heading towards it. There. Now he's more comfortable sitting side by side. Close enough to bump shoulders if they want. Back to food.] Make sure you tell your landlord when you plan to move out. They have to process shit.
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