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      Explicit
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      M/M
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      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Kirishima_Eijirou, Midoriya_Izuku/Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Kirishima_Eijirou, Kirishima_Eijirou's_Parents, Kaminari
      Denki, Jirou_Kyouka, Todoroki_Shouto, Midoriya_Izuku, Ashido_Mina, Sero
      Hanta, Mineta_Minoru
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      Violence, Drugs, Drug_Use, Underage_Drinking, Consensual_Underage_Sex,
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      Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Bakugou_Katsuki_Swears_A_Lot, Look_this_is_not
      going_to_be_a_nice_fic, Alternate_Universe, Teenagers, no_quirks,
      bakushima, kiribaku
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      Published: 2017-08-14 Updated: 2017-08-23 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4831
****** Just Between Us ******
by EuphoriaWriter
Summary
     The sister fic to "Between You and Me", you can probably read this
     without needing to read the other, but it is highly encouraged to
     read both.
     If there was a head bitch at school, that position would go to
     Katsuki Bakugo, star of the wrestling team, outstanding grades and
     too hot for words. But deep deep down inside all of that perfection
     was a storm on the inside and the outside and Eijiro Kirishima had
     the honor of falling in love with that storm.
     *A non quirk au, western setting and a lot of teenagers getting in
     trouble
Notes
     Hey guys, welcome to the fucked up side of things, I am Jasper and I
     will be guiding you through another long story I have written for my
     own and your own enjoyment. Make sure to check out the Tododeku side
     of this fic "Between You and Me" right here: http://
     archiveofourown.org/works/11503113/chapters/25809528
     For people coming over here from that story, welcome, this story is
     going to be a lot different in many angles, it might also clear up or
     bring light to a lot of things that conspired in the other fic.
     Enjoy
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
When you watch the stereotypical movies or tv shows about high school life
there is always the one character being portrayed as a strong female villain.
The popular girl who rises above all and can easily crush a student’s social
life with the flick of her wrist and a simple swing of her hips. But reality
was not like that at all and there were was no girl that had that power here.
Sadly.
Instead it was dog eat dog and the closest thing you could get to a queen bee
of the school that could decimate you not just socially but also physically was
Katsuki Bakugo himself. Their school was not big on football like they were
wrestling and when it came to that, Katsuki was the star player. He had many
talents and excelled at everything he did with ease, most people say that the
issue with Katsuki was his attitude. He was notorious for shouting and saying
whatever was on his mind, which to most people was apart of his charm.
He was truly the head bitch of the school.
And Eijiro Kirishima was one lucky man to have him as a boyfriend.
People always joked around with the two’s relationship, two meat headed faggots
that probably had something wrong with their heads. Katsuki for just being
Katsuki and Eijiro for being the weird one to love a beast like Katsuki. But
when he looked at Katsuki’s eyes and how he would react to kind gestures with
fury or vigor, Eijiro knew there was no other man for him but Katsuki. So he
pined after him until he fessed up and Katsuki had reacted by fucking Eijiro
against the shower stall in the sports locker room and he was hooked.
Eijiro was a loyal type, he stuck by Katsuki through his rough patches, but he
did as well for him. They were learning together, Eijiro wanted to be better
and stronger as a person and despite what Katsuki said, he  was working on
some… Troubling things.
Eijiro was not going to lie, Katsuki was difficult, he had fought him head on
before when he had found out the things he did and done to Izuku. Why.
But he knew why, they both knew clearly, Katsuki was just problematic, no
matter what situation or anything, he was not perfect. As a lover he was
overprotective and greedy, he did not know self control and that was what would
be his undoing. Eijiro had to tame him and taming Katsuki was a process he was
still going through. He refused to give up on his boyfriend though, not for
himself, but because he could tell there was some sort of hurt inside of him.
Eijiro was not perfect either, but he did not care about those things, life was
a gray scaled zone of the unknown. In this zone though, Ejiro was the one
person that Katsuki could or would ever reach out to and he was not going to
deny him help he needed.
The night of the welcoming party Denki had thrown for Shoto had Katsuki drunk
and taking two steps back from progress. It was to be expected, but that did
not stop Eijiro from arguing with him while he was drunk. That was the thing,
Katsuki liked to let loose, it was probably the only joy he had in life, but he
could rile someone up so easily, like first hand nature.
He kept shoving Eijiro to the wall when he helped his drunk boyfriend to his
feet, despite him cursing at him to let go. Ochaco had given up the yelling
match and was gone, everyone else was repeled by Katsuki’s state. Except for
Ejiro, but he was always the exception.
“I can walk on my own dammit, lettgo,” Katsuki shoved his hands against
Eijiro’s side and he hardened up, bracing and taking the harsh shove, gripping
onto Katsuki’s shoulders with his fingers.
“We’re gonna go find a room and then I will let you walk as much as you want
babe,” Eijiro said with a slight hiss, just because he can take Katsuki’s
strength doesn’t mean it did not hurt.
Eijiro had managed to shove Katsuki into the closest guest room in Denki’s
house, but once he did Katsuki had him pinned to the carpet growling at him.
Eijiro shook him off, which was easy with him being inebriated, and Katsuki
laid on the ground with him.
“You fucking suck,” Katsuki slurred, he was fisting the carpet, practically
seconds away from tearing it apart, but he didn’t which was a relief.
“Yeah and so does your attitude man,” Eijiro sighed, feeling Katsuki’s glare
all over him, “what’re you doing, getting drunk and riled up cursing at Izuku
like some jealous ex.”
“I’m not jealous, he fucking deserved it.”
“Yeah well you deserve the hangover that is coming for you tomorrow.”
“Oi the fuck was that?”
“If you don’t like it don’t get drunk to try and unbottle your emotions
Katsuki, I told you to talk to me about that shit,” Eijiro sat up and looked
down at Katsuki, who’s eyes looked like they were somewhere else.
“And I told you to get fucked, you’re annoying and you stick your nose into
other people’s business.”
 “If you don’t like it break up with me.”
Katsuki’s eyes snapped back and glared at Eijiro, grabbing his arm and tugging
him down on top of him. Eijiro caught himself on his knees, to hover over
Katsuki as his eyes stared into him.
“No.”
“No?”
“You’re the only decent person in this town I don't hate completely and you’re
not a pussy.”
Eijiro smiled, these were the only kind of compliments he enjoyed getting out
of him when he’s like this. Eijiro placed his lips on Katsuki’s forehead, he
smelled heavily like liquor and his shampoo he always used. Always the same
kind, if whatever company recalled the type he uses there would be a riot.
People changed, but there will always be parts of them that stuck at certain
edges.
“I’m gonna pass out,” Katsuki announced, rolling over to his side. Eijiro just
shook his head and ripped off the comforter to wrap himself and Katsuki in it,
being the big spoon.
 “Sounds good to me babe.”
===============================================================================
There were many degrees and ways that mornings should work out for the benefit
of everyone. Eijiro woke up on the floor next to Katsuki, who almost looked
completely peaceful in his sleep, Eijiro took advantage to stroke his fingers
over his side and up along the curve of his jaw. He killed for moments like
these with him, there was never a time things were peaceful unless they were
stoned or were on break from school, even then Katsuki was haywire twenty four
seven. Eijiro feared that if someone else did not murder Katsuki one of these
days his stressful attitude will.
But Eijiro’s mouth had the case of morning breath, so he left Katsuki to sleep,
rummaging for toothpaste in one of Denki’s bathrooms and went to town on the
finger toothbrush method to the best of his abilities. Eijiro did a quick once
over of himself before going to go check on the damage in Denki’s house. The
party was minimal so there was less clutter than usual, a few messed up
blankets, a bottle here and there, but nothing Eijiro couldn’t help with. While
in the middle of folding a blanket over the livingroom couch, Denki came up
behind Eijiro and smacked him on the ass.
“Enough of that dude, come eat, we’re making waffles and putting on the Shrek
soundtrack in the kitchen,” Denki said with a lopsided grin.
Eijiro rubbed his ass and looked him over, “sorry ‘bout last night dude.”
“It’s cool, he’s your man man, after you guys crashed the party got a lil
carried away, but not too much. Kyoka showed up and you know how it is with me
and her man,” as Denki went into details about the rest of the party, there was
someone familiar sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen.
“Yo, you two met last night right?” Denki asked, gesturing at Eijiro and the
half hair colored guy reading a news article on his phone. “Shoto this is my
best bro Eijiro, Eijiro this is the new guy.”
“Hey man,” Eijiro greeted and Shoto nodded at him as a reply back, he was
either shy or too hungover to speak. Looking at him it clicked in his head, he
remembered meeting him last night, he was also the same guy that made out with
Izuku during their weird drinking game.
Eijiro helped Denki whip up waffle batter and made him go on a wild search for
the waffle maker. As they were doing this, Soto was still quietly reading on
his phone, his face stayed the same for the entire time they were working
through making waffles.
 “Hey man, do you like chocolate chip waffles or are you a blueberry guy?”
Eijiro asked him, digging through Denki’s cupboards to find the chocolate
chips.
“Hm… Both,” Shoto replied flatly, putting his phone down to look at them.
“Wait so like, one half of the waffle with blueberries and the other in
chocolate chip?” Denki asked for reassurance, getting a nod from Shoto.
“Yes, I like the best of both worlds,” he says, taking a sip of his cup of
orange juice he had next to him.
“Why not mix the two together? That could be fun,” Eijiro suggested, pouring
the chocolate chips into one of the bowls of batter while Denki got the
blueberries.
“I like how they look seperated, I can control the quantities of blueberry to
chocolate chip ratio better.”
Eijiro snorted, this guy was weird, but he wasn’t so bad, he could get to
liking this new guy. As Denki and him articulately made Shoto’s odd half and
half waffle, the sound of heavy elephant like footsteps thunked down the steps.
Katsuki walked into the kitchen draped in the comforter, grabbing one of the
mugs off of the shelf gruffly and made coffee for himself, scooping copious
amounts of sugar out and into his cup before he put it under the dispenser.
Once the sound of the coffee machine humming to life was going, Katsuki finally
noticed Shoto at the breakfast bar, reading the news on his phone still and
drinking orange juice.
“...Who the fuck is that? He looks irritating,” Katsuki spoke finally, his
voice groggy and gruff, clearly irritated by the hangover that has now taken
over him.
Eijiro slid up to Katsuki to slip into the warm confines of the comforter with
him, wrapping his arms around Katsuki. He leaned his head into Katsuki’s neck,
inhaling him, the scent of alcohol on him was stale now and he could smell
toothpaste on him. Indulging himself a little, Eijiro lazily kissed Katsuki’s
neck as he felt his arms wrap around Eijiro’s waist and pull him against his
form.
“You met him last night Katsuki, ewww, you two are doing the coupley thing you
do,” Eijiro can hear the fake disgust in Denki’s voice and Katsuki simply
snarled at him, “shut it bastard, you gonna answer my question? Who the fuck is
he?”
“That’s Shoto babe, that’s why we had the party last night,” Eijiro finally
said, kissing his cheek, looking back at Denki, “chill we’re not fucking in
your kitchen.”
“Yeah you say that, but I remember when you guys did last time, and the time
before that, and the time before that an-”
“We get it, you don’t get laid enough, too busy being a shitstain to go get
yourself some instead of watching me and Eijiro fuck our brains out,” Katsuki
snapped at Denki, who simply waved him off.
Eijiro slipped out of the warmth of the comforter and Katsuki to retrieve
Shoto’s waffle from the waffle iron. He asked Shoto if he wanted butter and
syrup, to which he got a polite, “yes please,” from him. Buttering his waffle,
Eijiro grabbed the syrup from the shelf and place them in front of Shoto,
grabbing a fork from Denki.
“One half and half waffle for you man,” he clicked his tongue at him and
Shoto’s lips twitched up a bit.
 “Thank you Eijiro.”
Once Katsuki drank three coffees and took two ibuprofens from Denki’s bathroom,
he was starting to act like himself more than the groggy hungover Katsuki.
Eijiro could tell because while he was had a mouthful of chocolate chip
waffles, he felt Katsuki grope his ass under the table and yell at Denki for
not making plain waffles. Even though Eijiro also made the waffles and it was
partially his fault.
===============================================================================
They left out the path behind Denki’s house, it was one of many that went
through town, all the locals that grew up here used them regularly, but not
usually the ones behind the gated community. As they walked side by side,
Katsuki seemed like he was waiting for the right opportunity for something.
Then he stopped by a birch tree a little ways out from the gated community.
“That Shoto kid is gonna be a pain in my ass,” Katsuki declared like it was an
obvious fact and now Eijiro had to play at guessing what he meant by that.
“Yeah? Is it cause he made out with Deku last night?”
“Ew, fuck no, that’s his issue if he wants to slobber all over that trash can,
no his last name, Todoroki. RIng any bells in that hair for brains head of
yours?”
Eijiro place a hand on his hip and looked up at the sky in thought. Todoroki?
It sounded super familiar to him, so he started thinking about where he had
heard or seen the name before. It was starting to hit him slowly, until he
realized what that name actually was.
“The Todoroki conglomerate- holly shit,” Katsuki smirked at him and rapped his
fist against Eijiro’s head.
“Took you fucking long enough, I’ll explain the rest to you since you’re so
fucking dumb,” Katsuki stepped away from the birch tree and they continued down
the path. “I looked him up when you guys were cleaning up the kitchen, he’s
going to be the inheritor to his dad’s company. Obviously though there is a
reason they moved here, the business college upstate has that full ride
scholarship they give our school to give to one student, I’ll be fucking
punching that stupid half n half bastard to pieces if he get’s it and I don't.”
Eijiro nodded, keeping up with Katsuki as his strides got faster with the
angrier he got. He knew that Katsuki wanted to get into that upstate college
ever since freshman year of high school, he refused to let the cops catch them
doing anything bad because of this. Keep a clean record, get the best grades
and stand out in your school activities. Katsuki was smart and if anyone
doubted that they were clearly a fool, don’t let his pissed off angry nature
fool you, the true monster was his mind.
“He probably doesn’t even want the scholarship dude,” Eijiro pointed out.
“Don’t be stupid! He’s the youngest son and his dad chose him to inherit the
company, that means he’s cattle raised for success, plus I don’t trust that
asshole’s dad, he’s dirty and I need to smush him.”
 “Hm…”
“What? You got somethin’ to say?”
Eijiro clicked his tongue in his mouth and smirked at him, “can I come over?”
He asked this to segue the conversation away from Katsuki plotting something
weird. Katsuki always did that, when he plots something he plans deeply, he is
a genius, always perfect at everything. That was the set ideal he had for
himself, Eijiro was trying to help his boyfriend become more humble.
 Katsuki stopped and turned to Eijiro, a lazy smirk played at his lips before
he shook his head with a slight snort. Eijiro loved that smirk, he couldn’t
help but smile at that.
“Why’re you smiling so stupidly? Of course we’re going to my place, parents
aren’t home, so I’m going to make you scream,” he bumped up against Eijiro as
he said this, whispering the last part into Eijiro’s ear, making him shudder.
===============================================================================
Eijiro was used to the rough treatment of Katsuki, they both despised being
gentle when it’s not necessary. The last time they fucked gently it was when
Eijiro had his arm in his cast for a month, which was fine then, but neither of
them had broken bones. Passion was a driving source in their relationship and
Eijiro drowned in it with Katsuki every single time.
He was propping himself against the kitchen counter at Katsuki’s house, pants
and underwear around his ankles while Katsuki’s mouth swallowed him down his
throat. Eijiro’s hands gripped at Katsuki’s hair in a vice grip, which goaded
him into growling at him while he sucked on his cock. The way his mouth pumped
over his length and with Eijiro gripping the back of his head and thrusting
into Katsuki’s throat was chaotic and intense.
Katsuki had mastered the skill of being amazing with his mouth, and everything
else, his lips sucked and tightened at the right spots and his gag reflex was
either nonexistent or killed off a long time ago. He growled around Eijiro’s
cock, swallowing thickly as Eijiro found himself thrusting into his mouth
harder with his orgasm. His hands were gripping his hair harder as he shook,
curling over Katsuki as he choked out a sobbing moan. Katsuki kept sucking and
swallowing all of him down past his orgasm and Eijiro had to pull him off as
the pain from being too sensitive got a little too much.
He joined Katsuki on the ground, panting and feeling like his bones and muscles
were no longer existent. Katsuki grinned at him, licking his lips like the
predator he was, like he had just ate his fresh kill. Eijiro smiled at him in
his hazy post orgasmic state and reached up to grab his face.
“I love you babe,” Eijiro said, trying to get Katsuki to lean down so he can
kiss him.
“I know,” Katsuki said, leaning down to pressed a hash and sloppy kiss into
Eijiro’s mouth. He tasted himself on Katsuki’s tongue, along with alcohol and
the chocolate waffles from that morning. Eijiro wouldn’t change it for the
world.
When Katsuki pulled back he flopped on top of Eijiro and nuzzled his face into
his neck.
“I love you too.”
“I know.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Small chapter!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Eijiro loved his best friend Denki, that being said he could tell that Denki
was always chasing after people he should not be chasing after. He had a
pattern of falling for people that were already taken or emotionally
compromised. It was Kyoka first, they met freshman year and Denki was head over
heels in love with her, it was obvious. She was snarky, a little cold and had a
band, Denki loved her, she was a punk and Denki was barking up the wrong tree.
He tried to not be upset when Kyoka told him she was interested in someone
else, no details were given out, but apparently it was a girl and she was
smitten with her.
Denki had rebounded his sophomore year with Eijiro, which he did not mind at
all. Sophomore year his friendship with Katsuki was a little rocky and he
rarely saw him when he was not with Izuku. It made him jealous and angry to be
ditched like that, no realizing he was having feelings for the loudmouth blond.
So he and Denki did stupid shit for a year or two, it was not pretty, sex,
alcohol, marijuana and drugs a little stronger than that… They were stupid kids
that would promptly have sex after getting drunk and say things like, “we’re
raping each other if we’re both drunk.”
It was the worse way to cope and Eijiro was never with a man sexually or as
affectionately, he knew he was gay in middle school, but kept it quiet. He was
never sure about his family, later he found that they weren’t accepting of the
“homosexual lifestyle” and learned to keep his mouth shut. When Eijiro had
realised that Denki had feelings for him it was hard, mainly because he thought
they were just mutually fucking each other, but Denki was smitten. They had to
stop when Eijiro got really high and had called Denki Katsuki while he was
being piledrived into the livingroom floor. It was awkward and Eijiro knew he
couldn’t keep lying to himself and hurt Denki like this.
It was for the best, but Denki kept chasing after people that did not like him
back and Eijiro knew he was doing it again when he saw that he invited Shoto
out to every party, event or hangout session. The guy was stoic and a blunt,
but Eijiro can tell he was not into Denki back, even Katsuki can tell and he
didn’t even know Eijiro like him for the longest time until he said something.
One day Denki had invited Eijiro over after school, after he was sent the text
he had responded with a reply that he would come over after practice. It was
off season for Denki, but Eijiro was still in the prime of football season
before he was free until Wrestling opened up again. He pulled on his letterman,
their school colors of gray and dark teal made his red hair stick out, it was
the one thing he did that his parent’s despised, but he liked the shade on
himself. Red was his favorite color, he had adorned it ever since he was a kid
watching older the All Might shows. He fell in love with Crimson Riot, he was
apart of a series about the other heroes in the All Might series that Eijiro
loved. He showed his love for Crimson Riot by a bright red patch of the hero on
his letterman, next to a few patches, but it was the most bold and noticeable
patch.It was also one of the reasons he and Denki were friends, they both loved
the series, even the comics were good outside of the retro live action series.
Eijiro tossed his gear in the back of his old truck and started down towards
Denki’s house. They haven’t hung out for a while since his best friend was
considerably trying hard with the stoic new kid. He pulled up to the empty
driveway, it was always empty at Denki’s house, Denki was the only person to
park in the garage and his parent’s vehicle took up the other slot in the
garage, but they were never there. Climbing out of his truck, Eijiro shot Denki
a quick text that he was there before opening the front door and letting
himself in.
Denki was found lying on the ground in the livingroom, half his body sticking
out past the coffee table and his eyes dilated. Tilting his head, Eijiro waved
a hand over Denki’s face a couple of times before his friend gave him a dopey
eye’d stare. Eijiro frowned at the lack of speaking coming from his friend, he
looked over at the coffee table and found the source of what his best friend
was dopes on. At first glance people would think they were small cartoonish
stickers, but Eijiro knew better, it was LSD.
Turning back to his friend, he saw Denki’s phone laying on his chest and a
blissed out look on his face. There were a few missed calls and Eijiro’s texts.
He took the phone and placed it on the table, sitting down next to Denki.
“He man, you tripping hard or?” Eijiro asked, getting a slight twitch out of
Denki before sighing. “You can’t invite me over high man, although I’m glad I’m
here just incase you do something stupid, but now is a little too late for that
huh?” Eijiro laughed, but it was a bitter one.
Eijiro placed his hand over Denki’s temple, his friend shrieked lightly and
flinched, but seemed too incapacitated to do more than flinch. The heavy smell
of weed was in the air and it finally hit Kirishima that Denki was a little
more than fucked right now. This was not great, tripping on LSD and on weed was
a little dangerous, he was probably too calm and relaxed, watching whatever
trip he was having, whether it was good or not he could not tell. Denki looked
really out of it and Eijiro was concerned. Grabbing Denki, he dragged him up
onto the couch, getting wails and weak struggling from his friend. He knew that
no matter what he said Denki would not believe him, he was probably trapped in
a bad trip. Eijiro is going to have to give him hell later. As soon as he had
propped Denki up properly there was a rattling loud knock from the back door.
Making sure Denki was alright, Eijiro went to the sliding door, catching what
looked like the same people Denki bought his drugs from waiting outside. There
were only two of them, one of them he recognized, Fumikage, he graduated before
their class and was into… some more questionable business. He knew he was
taking college courses at the local college facility, Fumikage was a striking
looking guy, dark raven hair, striking amber eyes and a mixed racial
masterpiece from his mother’s hispanic side and his father’s Native American
and Japanese roots. It was always the mysterious and bad boy types that lured
Eijiro to his death and Fumikage was definitely mysterious and questionably
bad. The guy next to him looked familiar too, white hair, a scarf high up on
his neck and his arms built like tree branches, pure muscles, another feature
that  Eijiro was weak to.
Despite that, Eijiro approached this situation cautiously, opening up the
sliding door and stepping out onto the back porch with the two. The muscled man
looked him over thoughtfully and Fumikage furrowed his eyebrows.
“Where is Denki?” Fumikage asked, leaning back and crossing his arms, “we have
business with him…”
Eijiro swallowed thickly, there was no way they could even speak to Denki right
now, “well you see, Denki is uh, a little…. incapacitated right now…”
The muscular looking guy scoffed,” he’s high already? We can wait…”
“Oi, get off the idiot’s porch, you’re both in my fuckin’ way extras,” they had
heard Katsuki before seeing him, shoving past Fumikage and the muscular one,
huffing irritably. “Get lost or your bodies will be found floatin’ in a river.”
There was a hinted moment of hesitation before Eijiro noticed Fumikage and the
other guy exchange looks. The muscular one crossed his arms and walked off the
porch and Fumikage sighed as Katsuki made a stubborn point to guard over Eijiro
with an irritated look on his face. Fumikage looked over his shoulder to look
at Eijiro, “tell Denki we stopped by and that we’ll be here again.”
Eijiro watched Fumikage join his friend, exiting the backyard through the
fence. Once the fence door was closed and Eijiro could not see them over the
fence he let out a breath he did not realize he was holding. There was a reason
Ochaco never liked dealing with drug dealers or anyone questionable, in this
town things got dark and serious quickly, Eijiro had seen a few things happen
when a deal went bad, double crossing, police involvement and a few people
overdosing. It got sick and messed up, it was why he stopped doing heavier shit
with Denki to begin with.
Katsuki slipped inside, saying something about being hungry, there was not much
else to do and Eijiro remembered his best friend high off of his mind in the
livingroom. Checking backup on Denki he seemed a bit better, mumbling something
and licking his lips. He was probably dehydrated, Eijiro left briefly to get a
bottle of water and when he got back Katsuki was in one of the recliners,
sandwich in hand and watching Denki mumble. Eijiro struggled to get his best
friend to drink water without losing a finger, Denki struggled a bit lazily,
but it still caused Eijiro to spill water over the couch. Katsuki offered to
help, but Eijiro insisted on doing it himself.
Once Denki was hydrated and looking a bit more stable, Eijiro collapsed on
Katsuki, cramming up the recliner space, which got Katsuki complaining, but he
stopped once Eijiro curled up on him in a way that suited them both. Eijiro
pressed his face into Katsuki’s chest and sniffed at the cotton shirt pressed
against his face. Same smell and scent of the detergent his mom used, but it
smelled slightly like Katsuki, something familiar and soothing enough to make
Eijiro pass out on his boyfriend’s chest without much of an incentive.
Chapter End Notes
     Hey guys!
     Sorry this took longer than expected, please be patient with my
     writing, I can't be as consistent as I was in my other works due to
     life and school!
     Leave some nice comments for me below, I would appreciate it
     -Jasper
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