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For once, Hitoshi is enjoying himself at a party. It's been a while since he could bring himself to show up to one and Denki managed to almost turn this one into a class reunion, so Hitoshi feels less awkward than he normally would.
It definitely helped that everyone had seemed enthusiastic about him being there and there hadn't been a single moment where he was allowed to slink off to brood in a corner.
His social battery is dying fast but for now, he follows Denki's enthusiastic retelling of his latest arrest and doesn't think about anything else.
It's all going great until suddenly, a chill descends over the room. Hitoshi tenses, more on instinct than anything else and while a quick glance around the room doesn't reveal anyone with outwardly hostile intentions, Hitoshi distinctly feels as if a predator just entered the picture.
And as if Hitoshi is his prey.
Denki goes on as if nothing happened, talking loudly and animatedly, laughing as if nothing in his life has ever bothered him and Hitoshi slips into work mode without conscious thought.
He plasters on a mask, smiles and teases like he normally would, but he's on high alert now, periodically scanning the room, shifting his weight so he can deflect any attack that might come at any moment and he subtly shuffles around until he has his back to the wall, minimising the danger of being caught off guard.
Hitoshi briefly feels bad about using Denki as a human shield, practically, but then again—if he invited anyone with such clearly hostile intent then maybe he deserves it.
He keeps scanning the room, but nothing stands out to him, until his gaze gets caught on piercing red eyes.
A shudder runs down Hitoshi's back almost immediately and he feels uncomfortably caught, like a rabbit in a snare and Bakugo doesn't even blink once.
Hitoshi watches him drag his eyes down his body, touching every place from the top of his head down to his boots and back up again and Hitoshi shivers.
He has never known a gaze that felt so much like a physical caress and the sharp spike of danger doesn't help him keeping calm either.
Fuck, he has no idea what's going on.
"Is Bakugo okay?" Hitoshi asks, rudely interrupting Denki who blinks once at him before he scoffs.
"When is he ever," he teasingly says. "Why? Is he doing something?" he then asks, craning his neck around to check up on Bakugo but during their very brief interaction he vanished right from Hitoshi's sight and Hitoshi doesn't know how to feel about that at all.
Usually he is the asshole who blends into the shadows, keeping out of everyone's sight and only popping up again when it's most hilarious to him and to think that Bakugo—loud, brash, explode-y murder boy extraordinaire—has the same skills is somewhat sobering.
And exciting.
"You sure he's here?" Denki mutters, scanning the room again and then flinching when Bakugo appears almost out of thin air, stalking up towards them with murderous intent in his eyes and Denki lets out a strangled squeak.
"What the fuck did you do?" he hisses out, but Hitoshi can barely hear him, too caught up in that intense gaze and it's not long at all before Bakugo comes to a stop right in front of him.
They stare at each other for a moment before Bakugo raises his hands and puts them right on Hitoshi's face, squishing his cheeks.
He stays there, for way longer than is comfortable or socially acceptable and like he so often does, Hitoshi runs his mouth at him.
"Are you about to kiss me or snap my neck?" he asks, allowing a bit of cheek into his voice, even as he readies himself for a fight and normally it's enough to set Bakugo off but this time he only continues to stare at him, consideringly and all consuming.
"I could also explode your head like a watermelon," Bakugo finally says and Hitoshi is pretty sure that somewhere Denki makes a choked off noise of alarm though it gets lost under his own chocked off noise.
Though his has nothing to do with alarm.
Still, never let it be said that Hitoshi is a coward because he smiles at Bakugo best as he can, with his hands still on his face and asks "So which will it be?"
Bakugo looks at him for a moment longer before he shrugs, takes his hands back, says "Undecided, as of yet," and then simply leaves as if he didn't just completely turn Hitoshi's world on its head.
"What the fuck," Denki mutters at his side, eyes wide and reaching out to grab Hitoshi's arm. "What the fuck, what the fuck was that, what did you do?"
"He's killing it, wouldn't you say?" Hitoshi says, staring after Bakugo as he saunters away and dear gods, what a view it is.
"It? Don't you mean you? Did he just threaten you?"
"With a good time? Yeah, definitely," Hitoshi carelessly gives back, even though he's really not sure himself what just happened.
That had definitely sounded like a threat almost—maybe even a promise—but even Hitoshi doesn't quite know if he was just threatened with bodily harm or a good time.
Well, either way, Hitoshi is happily going to see how this plays out.
~*~*~
"I heard Bakugo is going to kill you," Neito says as soon as Hitoshi sits down in front of him and Hitoshi huffs out a laugh.
"Or fuck me. I don't think he decided yet."
"Well, it's more than obvious what you want him to do, going by that elated look on your face," Neito scoffs and stuffs his face with his lunch.
"Is it? I honestly wouldn't mind a little murder attempt," Hitoshi casually gives back, reaching over the table to steal a fry for himself.
Neito chokes on his food and nearly dies right where he sits and Hitoshi watches, smug as a cat that got the cream.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" he finally pants out and Hitoshi shrugs.
"How long have we known each other? And you're still surprised?"
"Not really," Neito grumbles. "Now get your fucking paws off my food," he then hisses when Hitoshi attempts to steal another fry, caging his plate in with his arms and Hitoshi has half a mind being a pest until lunch break is over but then the air in the cafeteria shifts and he sits up straight.
"Uh-oh, he's here," he whispers, looking around to see where that piercing gaze is coming from but he can't find him.
"He's—here?" Neito asks and also looks around. "How the hell do you even know that?"
"I can feel it," Hitoshi says, a delighted shiver running down his back even as his body tenses in anticipation.
He still isn't sure if Bakugo is going to kill him or kiss him and if it's the first, Hitoshi is not going to go down without a fight.
"You can feel it," Neito repeats, his voice completely flat and he's looking at Hitoshi as if he's insane, which he might as well be.
"Yeah, it's—" he wants to explain in excruciating detail how it feels to have those eyes on him, mostly just to torture Neito but then Bakugo materialises next to their table.
His red gaze is fixed completely on Hitoshi again, as if he doesn't even realise that there's still someone else there with him and Hitoshi is completely mesmerized by that look.
"So? What's it going to be?" Hitoshi asks, smiling at Bakugo who narrows his eyes at him.
"You seem awfully unconcerned."
"Mh, that's because I am."
"I could jump you at any time."
Neito chokes on his food, again.
"For sexy reasons or murderous ones?"
"Does it matter?"
"Not really," Hitoshi admits, warmth pooling hot and low in his gut and Bakugo simply holds his gaze, not blinking, not looking away and Hitoshi tenses in anticipation of—something.
"Freaks, the both of you," Neito finally says, loudly enough to shatter whatever just happened between them and Bakugo scoffs before he turns around and simply marches away.
Hitoshi can't help but to stare after him—again, because that body deserves to be watched until the very last second—and he lets out a dreamy little sigh.
"Get the fuck away from me in case your stupid is contagious," Neito mutters, gathering up his tray of mostly uneaten food and books it out of the cafeteria.
Rude, Hitoshi thinks, because now he's left to get his own food.
~*~*~
It keeps happening. Hitoshi isn't sure if he's ever spent quite so much time in Bakugo's presence but he can't say that he minds it much.
Bakugo keeps him on his toes, the tension between them still high has ever, the intent still firmly undecided and every interaction with him makes Hitoshi feel like he just had a good workout, simply for how high his nerves are running.
They are at another party, both having arrived on time—Bakugo because he's just like that, Hitoshi so he can spend more time in his exhilarating presence—and Hitoshi is making the rounds, is greeting his friends left and right, always with Bakugo's heavy gaze in his back.
It's familiar by now, the weight of it, the feel of it and Hitoshi kind of never wants this to end, though he's still curious to see when Bakugo will decide on a course of action.
And where it will fall.
Hitoshi low-key hopes that it's going to be on the murderous side of things because with all this winding up they've been doing he's itching for a good fight but not once has given Bakugo any indication of where this might go.
Hitoshi might have lost more than one night, imagining all the ways this could play out.
He's more than aware that it's not even an either-or situation; it could start murderous and move into the sexy side of things and honestly, Hitoshi wouldn't mind that one bit.
But then again—as long as he has Bakugo's intense attention, he doesn't mind anything.
Hitoshi is about to make yet another round, mostly to keep Bakugo's attention on him, when he calls out to him.
"Oi, eyebags, get your flat ass over here," Bakugo barks and Hitoshi can't even pretend that he thinks about it, his feet just instantly carry him over to Bakugo.
"My ass is many things but flat is not one of them," Hitoshi smirks at him, because he knows his assets and his ass definitely is one of them.
His times squatting on rooftops made sure of that.
"And yet you got it over here," Bakugo says, his eyes still firmly on Hitoshi and Hitoshi does not startle when he raises his hands and holds his face, much like he did that very first time all those weeks ago.
"You've decided then?" Hitoshi asks, anticipation humming under his skin and he subtly tenses, ready to move away the moment he feels Bakugo's hands go hot and nothing in Bakugo's expression lets him know what's going to happen next.
"Yes," Bakugo simply says and then brings Hitoshi's face down.
For a moment he thinks it's going to be an attack, that Bakugo is going to headbutt him and he almost fights out of his hold but then soft lips meet his and every thought flees Hitoshi's head.
It's almost achingly sweet, definitely not at all what Hitoshi expected even if that tension between them should end up towards sexy things.
Still, he falls into it, because it's Bakugo and it's the best thing that has ever happened to him in years and when he parts he can't hide the way he flushes bright red.
Bakugo squints at him, his eyes roaming over Hitoshi's face, and he doesn't quite seem to be happy with what he finds.
"You did not like that," Bakugo says and he sounds displeased.
He moves to take his hands away from Hitoshi's face and Hitoshi doesn't know what he's doing, his head still painfully empty of any coherent thought, but as soon as Bakugo's hands leave his skin, he jerks into motion, Hitoshi's own hands coming up to keep Bakugo right where he is.
"I did not expect that," Hitoshi confesses, because even when he imagine that it would go into this direction it was always hard and messy and more of a fight than anything else.
This was so far from it, he doesn't even know how to classify it.
"But did you like it?" Bakugo insists and Hitoshi thinks that if this is something they are going to do now then he should probably get to call him Katsuki.
"Katsuki," he says, trying it out more than anything and Katsuki tilts his head curiously at him but he doesn't explode and Hitoshi thinks that's more telling than anything else.
"Still not an answer," Katsuki says when Hitoshi gets lost in staring at him for a moment too long and he smiles, his blush finally fading and he feels as if he's getting more steady with this development.
"Might have to try again to figure it out," Hitoshi cheekily says and then leans in, putting a bit more urgency into the kiss and then positively melting into a puddle when Katsuki practically forces him to keep is soft and sweet and languid and fuck, why is this doing it for Hitoshi?
"I'd say you love it," Katsuki says when they part and Hitoshi lets out an embarrassing whine.
It's so bad that he hides his face in the crook of Katsuki's neck, who huffs out a laugh.
"Should have tried to murder you, huh?" he asks and Hitoshi grumbles.
"I would have known how to handle that," he then admits and doesn't go boneless when Katsuki scratches at the base of his skull.
"You're an idiot."
"Maybe."
"I'll keep it interesting, just for you," Katsuki promises him and Hitoshi laughs, absolutely terrified and downright excited for what Katsuki might have in store for him.
(And he does keep it interesting; enough so that Hitoshi never really knows what's going to happen to him. The hot gaze on him holds the same weight it did before, and they dance around each other almost as much as they did before, too.
Except that now, sometimes, Katsuki does outright attack him and it's one of the most exhilarating feelings Hitoshi has ever known, going toe to toe with Katsuki.
Sometimes, Katsuki pushes him into the nearest somewhat flat surface and devours him as if he's starving and Hitoshi the only meal in sight and that's good, too. Very good in fact.
The worst times are those when Katsuki decides he's going to be all sweet on Hitoshi. He calls him all manners of names with so much fondness that even curses sound like love confessions, he presses sweet, lingering kisses to every part of Hitoshi he can reach, no matter who is watching them and it never fails to make Hitoshi melt right where he stands.
Those times, Hitoshi loves more than he could possibly put into words.)