[Sometime in the day, a mysterious(?) package arrives at the door of Katsuki's apartment. Its attached note reads:]
Happy Birthday. Tsumugi-san left to this to me, before. If you lose your way in the dark, whisper "please light the way". You'll understand what happens next. Please protect it. - Todoroki
[Enclosed is a gourmet box of snacks (spicy cheeses, sausage, dips), a jacket, and a small, clear glass pendant filled with loose lotus petals. The Floral Illuminator*.
*Avalon Note: "This necklace contains a small magical pearl and a magical lotus in a vial. Whisper "please light the way" to the bottle and it will cause all flowers within a 100-foot range to faintly glow, providing light in the dark."]
[At the sound of the door bell, Katsuki perks up from his spot and slowly gets to his feet. Using the wall to help himself walk, having to press against it to keep his weight stable. But he's a determined boy, and he makes it to the door to open it for Koro.]
Koro?
[He wasn't expecting anyone to be visiting around this time, truthfully. So he can't hide the surprise and curiosity in his eyes as he looks at those bags.]
Did Commander tell you to buy groceries?
[The blonde will move to the side, leaning against the wall out of the way so Koro can come inside.]
[Rinku sends a care package with a signed "sorry I heard you got bit" note!
...It's juice boxes (full of blood) and cake (also blood). At least it's in ice so it won't go bad. She's also added a seashell and a USB stick of music (it sure doesn't sound like hers).]
Katsuki is going to take that package and store the juiceboxes in the fridge. Hopefully no one mistakes them for actual juice! (but he lives with hijikata, mister 'takes up the whole fridge with mayo', so maybe it'd be deserved!!
Also he's confused about the seashell, but will put it somewhere safe and he's surprised at how she's able to pick music that he actually likes to listen to!]
[Katsuki was in the sitting room of this old, Japanese style home. Scrolling his phone when he suddenly hears a noise ("Eh?") that sounds human coming from his kitchen. Followed by a nervous heartbeat that his vampire senses can hear perfectly.
...no one else should be home for hours.]
Who the fuck is in my house?
[Angry and on guard, the one armed boy gets to his feet and activates his Quirk in his hand. Gathering sweat in preparation for kicking ass!!
He doesn't go to where the noise is, though. Wanting this criminal to come to him instead. Waiting like a predator about to catch it's prey.]
[It's been... who knows how many days. At least a week, but Katsuki hasn't been able to keep count. An icy wind had rolled into town, and near immediately it froze the blonde's barely-beating heart. The pain was very intense, and reminded him too much of when his heart had a hole blasted through and he was forced to fight through the pain. It burned and breathing felt like torture. Every breath was sharp and cold, and overtime he developed a horrible cough that forced him to expel ice crystals every now and then. Which tore his throat up on the way out, and caused his voice to be extremely hoarse and rough. Moreso than usual.
In the beginning, Katsuki tried his best to do what he could while he was sick. He continued to do his job as a nighttime traffic cop, and tried to do those test things with other people. But by the time day four hit, he was unable to get himself to leave the futon he shared with Shoto. Shoto, who also had been sick as a dog from day one. The two of them were suffering from the same symptoms and neither of them had the energy to do anything besides sleep by day five. And today, a couple of days later, was even worse... at least for Katsuki.
His chest felt like it was never going to heal. It felt as though his heart and lungs were ripped to shreds and his icy-cold blood was filling his chest-- and the only thing that helped even a little was physical contact. It worked a lot better with Izuku, who hadn't been infected yet but Katsuki spent every second where Izuku wasn't home cuddling with Shoto. It didn't help as much, but there was still a little bit of warmth that spread through his heart when he touched the other sick boy. And these feelings he's harbored for months now made it feel even warmer...
So today, Katsuki turns so he's facing Shoto in the futon and wraps his arm around him. Cuddling close with the other frigid boy in hopes it'll help give him the energy to get out of bed.]
...this sucks..
[He whispers that quietly to Shoto, who he isn't even sure is awake or not. He just needs to voice out his discomfort to anyone that would listen.]
[Drawn into comfort, the boy beside him shifts at the sound of his voice, and he fights off sleep. A little warmth's crept in where he's pressed to him close; and Shoto's Quirk attempts, "flickers", and he leans brow against brow with sweat-damp fringe against the paler boy's face; a lace of frost in his touch. His left hand sliding between the two to brush his palm to soft fabric, his fingers stretched into star-burst's warmth, left palm pressing into his heart, the slow-beat thump beneath fabric and skin and hummed through the folds of his shirt, to send heat back.
He almost laughs.]
I always thought it'd be more violent than this...
[A death from war, or a Nomu; in Toya's arms, at Toya's feet when he'd bathed him in Blueflame a second time. His eyes slip closed, and then he's glowing against him dimmer than a firefly's light. When fingers drop to grasp fingers, it's with intent to squeeze small sparks from out of the lines of his palm. His mother's touch, his father's strength against Explosion's own sweat, to lend the other boy heat...
[Once Rinku is back in town and hears about Katsuki's surgery, she sends him a gift box. It's a cooler of blood juice boxes in ice, with a get-well card signed by Rinku (whose autograph resembles a winky face in a heart), Mecchan (who still writes like a four-year-old), and Hina (who just took a crayon in her mouth and scribbled).]
[After a text exchange with Izuku, Katsuki moves from his bedroom to downstairs to look for Shoto. Finding him in the garden, and asking if he'd like to go to the store with the two boys to look for costume supplies. Of course, Shoto agreed and so Katsuki texted Izuku to tell him to meet the two at the mall. A small eagerness building up within his chest that he refuses to show.
The couple walks hand in hand until they reach the entrance of the mall, where Katsuki spots Izuku first. He lets go of Shoto's hand to hurry over to the green haired boy, too shy to continue showing affection in public, and greets him with a small wave of his automail. (Yes, he's been using his automail for just about anything he can now that it moves. Though the hand still can't do much, so the wave is pretty rigid.)]
Yo, Deku. You ready to look for that unicorn costume?
[Izuku greets them with a wave before approaching. Either not having noticed, or just not minding whether they held hands or not, in front of him. It is nice to hang out together like this. Almost reminds him of when their class had all gone shopping together for one of their school trips. And he is glad to see Bakugo's continued improvement with using his automail, too.
And. Of course, he leads with teasing about the unicorn idea....]
Kacchan, I'm not going as a unicorn....! Todoroki-san said we should match, dress up together, right?
[It's the middle of the night on Christmas Eve, and the two night-owls were taking a long nap together so they'd be awake and energized in the morning. Izuku was on normal hours, still, and they'd wanted to exchange gifts early and not make him wake up during sleeping-hours. Katsuki knows he'd be more than happy to do that for the other three who were all on a nocturnal schedule, but he didn't want the younger boy sacrificing any sleep just for them. Plus, he wanted to surprise Shoto with a trip to Frostreign today to visit the castle, and their usual schedule would waste a lot of day-time and they may end up traveling too late. (And Shoto usually gets sleepy enough for a nap, anyway.)
So, rather than being wide awake at 2 am, the two are snoozing away in Shoto's futon. Well... they both were snoozing, until Katsuki finds himself waking up because an animal outside rustling around and knocking over a trash can. He blinks blearily, haven had been awoken in the middle of a sleep cycle and barely able to tell that he was even awake at first.
Though it settles in pretty quick, as his eyes adjust to the darkness around the two of them and the heartbeat next to him registers in his ears. Katsuki sits up slowly and turns his head to look over at the sleeping figure in the futon, and as he stares at Shoto's closed eyes he feels this little bubble in his chest swell up. This sudden rush of affection for his partner making him almost dizzy.
His hand moves before he can really think, fingers gently wiping some locks of white from the other boy's face. Tucking them behind his ear as a small smile spreads on his own. He was just so... cute. Cute, and pretty, and all Katsuki's.]
...ne, Todoroki..
[He calls out to Shoto softly, and leans in to press a kiss gently against his cheek. Trying to wake him up, because he can't handle how much he loved the other boy right now. He needed to hear his voice and see him smile-- and so he speaks out again. His voice a little louder, but still a whisper, as his face hovers just barely above.]
[When did Katsuki become so soft? Shoto smiles, though it takes a moment for his voice to brush the sleep back, the kiss what wakes him as his soft, scrunched nose burrows deeper into the quilt. A muffled sound escapes as he squints lightly at the spiked, blond fuzz haloed by the gold-paper lantern he keeps at his bedside. A mess of fringe tumbles into the face he hides, and he shifts eyes drowsily towards the boy framed in the lamp-light. That he's met with affection triggers something he can't describe. As if he's worth the look that keeps him pinned to the futon—another, a second. Looking back though his own expression keeps unreadably subtle, then feels his face heat under his nickname in pink. A "pretty boy", the other says. It isn't missed, even if Shoto struggles to name the feelings behind it, what makes his heart skip.
Every part of their home feels touched by Katsuki by now. He half turns to face the thin, wood lattice of the paper door slid shut, watch rows of string-lights blink lazily around the shape of the doorframe. A real pine sits in the middle of a quiet living-room set on tatami mats, and the soft spice of ginger from one the many lit candles drifts lazily through the halls. It feels like magic, the gold-washed darkness around the flowers he's bought, lends a dream-like haziness to an already slow-crawl awakening.
He's barely moved, but the knight inhales gently, little engine, only to exhale smoke again when he breathes and his lips part. Warming himself to warm the blond—his personal furnace, now—and he holds his look before he pushes himself to a half-lift, folding on knees instead.]
Did we miss dinner...?
[Despair... He brings his hands up to press sides of palms into his eyes, to scrub sleep-stuck lashes free.]
[Katsuki and Shoto were out around ten at night on Valentine's, going for a little date. That's what they told their housemates as they pondered while the two were getting ready to leave. Katsuki packing and carrying a bag filled with all sorts of things to prepare for their night together, a little shy about needing a bag in the first place.
They make it out the house without needing to explain further, though, and that helps ease Katsuki's nerves a little. They were actually going out to take on a Quest, one that didn't involve fighting any monsters for once. One that involved... something a little more intimate. One of the "spicier" Quests, that Katsuki would normally completely ignore if it weren't for the fact that the two were kind of looking for a reason to have sex together. Not that they needed a reason other than because they wanted to, really. But the both of them were so new and nervous about this sort of thing, and even though they agreed on Shoto's birthday to go further together they never actually planned a time and when.
This was a perfect time and when. A Quest that involves helping flowers bloom. It sounded weird when Katsuki first read about it, but intrigued the blonde at the same time due to the older boy's love of flowers. Shoto agreed to doing the Quest shyly when he was told about it, and so now the two of them are walking hand in hand to the destination. Nearly there, already.]
S..so... uh.. w-we're almost there. I think I see flowers ahead.
[Katsuki's heart was beating a bit quickly in his chest, the closer they get to where they have to be. Nervous and excited all in one. He adjusts the bag over his shoulder, and smiles a little towards his partner. Trying to seem like he's not nervous at all.]
I brought some... some stuff that's gonna help us, I think.
[Like lubricant, and a book about sex for newbies. Water bottles if they get thirsty, too.]
[It's a good thing Katsuki's quick on excuses... The date pretext works: their little half-truth does provide the needed cover for it, though now it's Shoto who slows to throw anxious, peeking glances over his shoulder. The moths inside him don't disperse for a moment. He's deeply private over the things he does with the other. A lot of fumbling's carried them from their first crush to this; no reference points for awkward touch, the brushed fangs and offered blood, the pair on futons after baths on some nights. A kiss, alone, returns to uncharted grounds... He can't imagine the rest; doesn't think of it when he does think of Katsuki; feels thoughts stray wildly as he slows one to fix on it. How much is more? How far is "further" when he's committed entirely? His cool grip tightens by the time they're in view; and the boy tugs back a little, trying to speak up though he falls flat on the first attempt.]
Ah-
["Wait please". The thought's more pressing than the hold, the way he blurts things out.]
I didn't come here for the quest, you know...
[No faux confidence; no pretending he isn't deeply affected, all tall shy-affection spilling into crippling awkwardness. His heart's a rabbit's, and he tries to communicate what he doesn't expect, convince the blond his quiet worry isn't reluctance.]
I don't- [He needs to swallow. Has to. Thinks he'll ruin this-] Really care if flowers bloom or not. That's— I mean, that's not why-
[Why he's here—]
Why I want this, so- [It's love, love; he loves him-] It's fine if it doesn't go the way we think.
[Accompanying a Happy birthday!!! -Rinku card is: -A seashell -Two frozen food containers. One contains spicy curry. The other... yeah, it's blood soup. -Two pieces of paper. On one is a childish drawing of what's probably maybe Katsuki, signed, HAPY BRFDA. FROM MECCHAN. The other is a scribble with Hina bite marks in the corner.]
[It's Shoto's turn to make good on a week's-old promise to spoil Katsuki for his birthday. A wintry getaway featuring Ellipsa's finest combination inn, bath and sauna. He'd come some years ago on a full-year's pass to a luxury spa in Frostreign. Just the medicine for an accumulation of burns, cuts and bruises Katsuki's tallied up fighting off this thing or that. Good food, a good soak, and a world-class pampering at the fingertips of several real, true professionals to send anyone into a mud-masked bliss. He's never brought him, and the inn boasts wintry-quaint accommodations of thick quilts and warmed hallways set with wall-sized windows offering peeks at the sprawling, snowscape of white with fully accessible igloos furnished for use, if they wanted.
Having borrowed him from the rest of their family, the tall boy rattles off lists of fun (??), planned activities scheduled for a full-night's stay. Katsuki's presents among the armfuls of souvenirs they've picked for their housemates. He's looped 5 or 6 shopping bags filled with gifts, snacks and trinkets on each of his arms, and he eyes a stacked itinerary of meals, baths, sights, and massages. Eyebrows raised at the cute, glossy little photos of various food items he's taken an interest in, bright-eyed and curious.
One bag, however, remains suspiciously heavy...
Hmn, hmn-]
There shouldn't be anyone in the saunas yet...
[He shifts his bags to fumble with the little brochure provided with their stay-
Hot tub? Check.
Steam room? Check.
Room service? Check, check, double check! All ready, then!]
[Katsuki was a little surprised when Shoto offered to take him out to a spa-date for his birthday. Not because of the offer itself, but because neither of them are very "pamper-y" people. Both rough and tough and used to napping off most strain on their bodies.
Of course he was interested, though. And as the date comes around he finds himself a bit more excited than he expected to be. Curious and hopeful that the experience will help with his aching muscles. He'd just won such a huge fight against his evil witch "grandmother", just about a week ago, and he was still suffering from it. Aches, bruises, burns from plasma attacks, dents in his metal and cramps all over his body...
His favourite part about this trip? It was in Frostreign. A place where the sun is often shrouded in clouds, and where vampires can come out and play. He still bundles up from how chilly the area is, but he has a big smile as the two of them walk hand in hand to buy little treats and gifts for their friends. Following his boyfriend with arms covered in shopping bags with a couple held in his own.
When they stop to look at the little brochures, Katsuki peeks around Shoto to look at the pictures himself. His stomach no longer feels hunger towards normal food, yet the photos still had the vampire very excited to try. Thankful he can still eat whatever he wanted without it making him sick. If he really gets hungry later, he can always snack on his favourite icy-hot blood source.
When asked about massages, it has the blonde tilt his head and hum a little in thought as he tries to remember the last time he had a professional one. It must have been back home, after an intense training session that left his arms cramped to no end...]
I'm fine with 'em. My arms cramp all the time from my Quirk, so I need 'em more often than I get 'em.
[Shoto of course helps where he can, and is usually more than enough on his own to knead those cramps out but it's still too rare that Katsuki will even approach the other boy for that kind of help. Pride often getting in the way too much.]
That Witch bitch worked me the fuck out, too. I could use it.
[Oh Mike.. it's just like him to wish Katsuki a happy birthday, and even though the singing always makes him cringe inside he also finds himself smiling as he listens to it.
Then he says a few things of note, and once the message is over Katsuki sends one right back.]
I'm nineteen, Dad. And you sang off key.
[Of course he finds something to complain about..]
Whaddya mean "chillest day of the year", though? I thought it was just another boring one?
[Sent at probably around seven or so in the morning, because he didn't want to anger his bff waking him up at midnight. Even if he is excited to say happy birthday!
He's gotten Bakugo a nice set of knives for the kitchen, a new recipe book and some new weights for training, along with a fresh bottle of blood that he can add to his meals for the day. Even that all still doesn't feel like nearly as much as he got when he had his birthday here. ]
[Katsuki's been awake for a little over an hour, though he's been laying in bed with a still sleeping Shoto with no rush to leave. Of course now he has a good reason to, so he gently slides out from the other boy's futon and gets to his feet. Yawning as he moves towards the tea room in his pajamas.
He doesn't have to wonder that much why Izuku wants him awake, as he's been dreading his birthday all month... he's sure Izuku won't overwhelm him with birthday singing or anything like that, though. Especially not at seven in the morning.
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I'm doing fine. Just waiting for the month to blow over already.
[He's anxious about his surgery in May...]
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[Birthday Delivery!]
Happy Birthday.
Tsumugi-san left to this to me, before. If you lose your way in the dark, whisper "please light the way". You'll understand what happens next. Please protect it. - Todoroki
[Enclosed is a gourmet box of snacks (spicy cheeses, sausage, dips), a jacket, and a small, clear glass pendant filled with loose lotus petals. The Floral Illuminator*.
*Avalon Note: "This necklace contains a small magical pearl and a magical lotus in a vial. Whisper "please light the way" to the bottle and it will cause all flowers within a 100-foot range to faintly glow, providing light in the dark."]
[action] post surgery
Koro stands at Hijikata's home, where he's told that Bakugo is staying. He's heard the news.
He seems to be carrying several plastic bags.]
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Koro?
[He wasn't expecting anyone to be visiting around this time, truthfully. So he can't hide the surprise and curiosity in his eyes as he looks at those bags.]
Did Commander tell you to buy groceries?
[The blonde will move to the side, leaning against the wall out of the way so Koro can come inside.]
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SLAMS THIS IN HERE
OH BOY....
I can't believe Koro is giving him a history lesson
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...It's juice boxes (full of blood) and cake (also blood). At least it's in ice so it won't go bad. She's also added a seashell and a USB stick of music (it sure doesn't sound like hers).]
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Katsuki is going to take that package and store the juiceboxes in the fridge. Hopefully no one mistakes them for actual juice! (but he lives with hijikata, mister 'takes up the whole fridge with mayo', so maybe it'd be deserved!!
Also he's confused about the seashell, but will put it somewhere safe and he's surprised at how she's able to pick music that he actually likes to listen to!]
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And so she teleports into the kitchen in entirely the wrong house, still holding a handful of fresh basil.]
...eh?
rinku committing a b&e?? its more likely than you think--
...no one else should be home for hours.]
Who the fuck is in my house?
[Angry and on guard, the one armed boy gets to his feet and activates his Quirk in his hand. Gathering sweat in preparation for kicking ass!!
He doesn't go to where the noise is, though. Wanting this criminal to come to him instead. Waiting like a predator about to catch it's prey.]
Surrender now, and I'll show you mercy!
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two boys finally confess 🧡💙 sometime in the 20's of july
In the beginning, Katsuki tried his best to do what he could while he was sick. He continued to do his job as a nighttime traffic cop, and tried to do those test things with other people. But by the time day four hit, he was unable to get himself to leave the futon he shared with Shoto. Shoto, who also had been sick as a dog from day one. The two of them were suffering from the same symptoms and neither of them had the energy to do anything besides sleep by day five. And today, a couple of days later, was even worse... at least for Katsuki.
His chest felt like it was never going to heal. It felt as though his heart and lungs were ripped to shreds and his icy-cold blood was filling his chest-- and the only thing that helped even a little was physical contact. It worked a lot better with Izuku, who hadn't been infected yet but Katsuki spent every second where Izuku wasn't home cuddling with Shoto. It didn't help as much, but there was still a little bit of warmth that spread through his heart when he touched the other sick boy. And these feelings he's harbored for months now made it feel even warmer...
So today, Katsuki turns so he's facing Shoto in the futon and wraps his arm around him. Cuddling close with the other frigid boy in hopes it'll help give him the energy to get out of bed.]
...this sucks..
[He whispers that quietly to Shoto, who he isn't even sure is awake or not. He just needs to voice out his discomfort to anyone that would listen.]
I'm sorry, it's sappy and messy anyway...
He almost laughs.]
I always thought it'd be more violent than this...
[A death from war, or a Nomu; in Toya's arms, at Toya's feet when he'd bathed him in Blueflame a second time. His eyes slip closed, and then he's glowing against him dimmer than a firefly's light. When fingers drop to grasp fingers, it's with intent to squeeze small sparks from out of the lines of his palm. His mother's touch, his father's strength against Explosion's own sweat, to lend the other boy heat...
He sighs out frost.]
The end, I mean.
[If this is it...]
Sorry it's all the flame I have for now...
gathers this lovely tag to my chest 🌼
<3
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the trio go costume shopping!! 🧡💚💙🎃
The couple walks hand in hand until they reach the entrance of the mall, where Katsuki spots Izuku first. He lets go of Shoto's hand to hurry over to the green haired boy, too shy to continue showing affection in public, and greets him with a small wave of his automail. (Yes, he's been using his automail for just about anything he can now that it moves. Though the hand still can't do much, so the wave is pretty rigid.)]
Yo, Deku. You ready to look for that unicorn costume?
[Said with a teasing smirk.]
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[Izuku greets them with a wave before approaching. Either not having noticed, or just not minding whether they held hands or not, in front of him. It is nice to hang out together like this. Almost reminds him of when their class had all gone shopping together for one of their school trips. And he is glad to see Bakugo's continued improvement with using his automail, too.
And. Of course, he leads with teasing about the unicorn idea....]
Kacchan, I'm not going as a unicorn....! Todoroki-san said we should match, dress up together, right?
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on christmas eve night 🎄🧡💙
So, rather than being wide awake at 2 am, the two are snoozing away in Shoto's futon. Well... they both were snoozing, until Katsuki finds himself waking up because an animal outside rustling around and knocking over a trash can. He blinks blearily, haven had been awoken in the middle of a sleep cycle and barely able to tell that he was even awake at first.
Though it settles in pretty quick, as his eyes adjust to the darkness around the two of them and the heartbeat next to him registers in his ears. Katsuki sits up slowly and turns his head to look over at the sleeping figure in the futon, and as he stares at Shoto's closed eyes he feels this little bubble in his chest swell up. This sudden rush of affection for his partner making him almost dizzy.
His hand moves before he can really think, fingers gently wiping some locks of white from the other boy's face. Tucking them behind his ear as a small smile spreads on his own. He was just so... cute. Cute, and pretty, and all Katsuki's.]
...ne, Todoroki..
[He calls out to Shoto softly, and leans in to press a kiss gently against his cheek. Trying to wake him up, because he can't handle how much he loved the other boy right now. He needed to hear his voice and see him smile-- and so he speaks out again. His voice a little louder, but still a whisper, as his face hovers just barely above.]
Wake up, Pretty-Boy.
🧡💙
Every part of their home feels touched by Katsuki by now. He half turns to face the thin, wood lattice of the paper door slid shut, watch rows of string-lights blink lazily around the shape of the doorframe. A real pine sits in the middle of a quiet living-room set on tatami mats, and the soft spice of ginger from one the many lit candles drifts lazily through the halls. It feels like magic, the gold-washed darkness around the flowers he's bought, lends a dream-like haziness to an already slow-crawl awakening.
He's barely moved, but the knight inhales gently, little engine, only to exhale smoke again when he breathes and his lips part. Warming himself to warm the blond—his personal furnace, now—and he holds his look before he pushes himself to a half-lift, folding on knees instead.]
Did we miss dinner...?
[Despair... He brings his hands up to press sides of palms into his eyes, to scrub sleep-stuck lashes free.]
This always happens...
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CW: NSFW in this thread!! their first time together 🌼 dated to valentine's night!
They make it out the house without needing to explain further, though, and that helps ease Katsuki's nerves a little. They were actually going out to take on a Quest, one that didn't involve fighting any monsters for once. One that involved... something a little more intimate. One of the "spicier" Quests, that Katsuki would normally completely ignore if it weren't for the fact that the two were kind of looking for a reason to have sex together. Not that they needed a reason other than because they wanted to, really. But the both of them were so new and nervous about this sort of thing, and even though they agreed on Shoto's birthday to go further together they never actually planned a time and when.
This was a perfect time and when. A Quest that involves helping flowers bloom. It sounded weird when Katsuki first read about it, but intrigued the blonde at the same time due to the older boy's love of flowers. Shoto agreed to doing the Quest shyly when he was told about it, and so now the two of them are walking hand in hand to the destination. Nearly there, already.]
S..so... uh.. w-we're almost there. I think I see flowers ahead.
[Katsuki's heart was beating a bit quickly in his chest, the closer they get to where they have to be. Nervous and excited all in one. He adjusts the bag over his shoulder, and smiles a little towards his partner. Trying to seem like he's not nervous at all.]
I brought some... some stuff that's gonna help us, I think.
[Like lubricant, and a book about sex for newbies. Water bottles if they get thirsty, too.]
🌼
Ah-
["Wait please". The thought's more pressing than the hold, the way he blurts things out.]
I didn't come here for the quest, you know...
[No faux confidence; no pretending he isn't deeply affected, all tall shy-affection spilling into crippling awkwardness. His heart's a rabbit's, and he tries to communicate what he doesn't expect, convince the blond his quiet worry isn't reluctance.]
I don't- [He needs to swallow. Has to. Thinks he'll ruin this-] Really care if flowers bloom or not. That's— I mean, that's not why-
[Why he's here—]
Why I want this, so- [It's love, love; he loves him-] It's fine if it doesn't go the way we think.
[If things aren't perfect, he means.]
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Please forgive this sleepy tag...
you mean this absolutely wonderful tag!!!!!!
I'll do my best to earn the praise!
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gift
-A seashell
-Two frozen food containers. One contains spicy curry. The other... yeah, it's blood soup.
-Two pieces of paper. On one is a childish drawing of what's probably maybe Katsuki, signed, HAPY BRFDA. FROM MECCHAN. The other is a scribble with Hina bite marks in the corner.]
Happy Birthday (featuring Jellyfish)! 💙
Having borrowed him from the rest of their family, the tall boy rattles off lists of fun (??), planned activities scheduled for a full-night's stay. Katsuki's presents among the armfuls of souvenirs they've picked for their housemates. He's looped 5 or 6 shopping bags filled with gifts, snacks and trinkets on each of his arms, and he eyes a stacked itinerary of meals, baths, sights, and massages. Eyebrows raised at the cute, glossy little photos of various food items he's taken an interest in, bright-eyed and curious.
One bag, however, remains suspiciously heavy...
Hmn, hmn-]
There shouldn't be anyone in the saunas yet...
[He shifts his bags to fumble with the little brochure provided with their stay-
Hot tub? Check.
Steam room? Check.
Room service? Check, check, double check! All ready, then!]
How do you feel about massages?
🎉✨
Of course he was interested, though. And as the date comes around he finds himself a bit more excited than he expected to be. Curious and hopeful that the experience will help with his aching muscles. He'd just won such a huge fight against his evil witch "grandmother", just about a week ago, and he was still suffering from it. Aches, bruises, burns from plasma attacks, dents in his metal and cramps all over his body...
His favourite part about this trip? It was in Frostreign. A place where the sun is often shrouded in clouds, and where vampires can come out and play. He still bundles up from how chilly the area is, but he has a big smile as the two of them walk hand in hand to buy little treats and gifts for their friends. Following his boyfriend with arms covered in shopping bags with a couple held in his own.
When they stop to look at the little brochures, Katsuki peeks around Shoto to look at the pictures himself. His stomach no longer feels hunger towards normal food, yet the photos still had the vampire very excited to try. Thankful he can still eat whatever he wanted without it making him sick. If he really gets hungry later, he can always snack on his favourite icy-hot blood source.
When asked about massages, it has the blonde tilt his head and hum a little in thought as he tries to remember the last time he had a professional one. It must have been back home, after an intense training session that left his arms cramped to no end...]
I'm fine with 'em. My arms cramp all the time from my Quirk, so I need 'em more often than I get 'em.
[Shoto of course helps where he can, and is usually more than enough on his own to knead those cramps out but it's still too rare that Katsuki will even approach the other boy for that kind of help. Pride often getting in the way too much.]
That Witch bitch worked me the fuck out, too. I could use it.
UN: Sexington Hardcastle - Voice
Happy birthday, Son. I got you some presents. You're what? Twenty One now, right? My oh my how they grow up so fast.
Though I gotta admit. You were born on the most chill day of the year but you got none of that chill. Heh. Ironic, isn't it?
voice!!!
Then he says a few things of note, and once the message is over Katsuki sends one right back.]
I'm nineteen, Dad. And you sang off key.
[Of course he finds something to complain about..]
Whaddya mean "chillest day of the year", though? I thought it was just another boring one?
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birthdayyyyyy~!!!
[Sent at probably around seven or so in the morning, because he didn't want to anger his bff waking him up at midnight. Even if he is excited to say happy birthday!
He's gotten Bakugo a nice set of knives for the kitchen, a new recipe book and some new weights for training, along with a fresh bottle of blood that he can add to his meals for the day. Even that all still doesn't feel like nearly as much as he got when he had his birthday here. ]
!!!!
Want to meet in the tea room?
[Katsuki's been awake for a little over an hour, though he's been laying in bed with a still sleeping Shoto with no rush to leave. Of course now he has a good reason to, so he gently slides out from the other boy's futon and gets to his feet. Yawning as he moves towards the tea room in his pajamas.
He doesn't have to wonder that much why Izuku wants him awake, as he's been dreading his birthday all month... he's sure Izuku won't overwhelm him with birthday singing or anything like that, though. Especially not at seven in the morning.
So he waits for him in the tea room patiently.]
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