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"Why d'you like it up here?"
Kasaya had just taken a bite of chicken, and put a hand over his mouth while he swallowed. He'd asked him something right in the middle of taking a bite.
The blonde smirked away. He'd almost spoke with a mouthful, that was kind of funny. Similarly, he stuck his chopsticks into the container and looked out over the roof of the dorm, sticking a piece of piping hot General Tso's into his mouth.
He was a fan of the spice. Just like that shrimp appetizer up in that restaurant.
Saya finally swallowed. "I like'things with a view."
"Hm. B'why though?" He'd noticed that reminiscent, awed sheen in those eyes as they shared a cigarette talking about baseball again before they'd got food.
Kasaya began shaking up a bottle of juice, as Katsuki was taking smaller bites so he could talk.
"Reminds me of my place in th'world."
"And what's that?" Bakugo wondered. More and more he wanted to know. His place in the world. How'd he view himself here?
The game was becoming... something different.
He couldn't grasp it. He just asked question after question now. He let him look at his phone to edit texts. They hung out. A lot. The game was slipping through the cracks, it was becoming less a game and more of just a 'nothing'.
It no longer made Bakugo pissed when he couldn't divulge information, because he was playing it, openly now, all the time. It was still a chase, but he no longer had to push his roommate to get him to respond, to fandangle around to get a grasp on things he said or implied.
It no longer internally frustrated him when he'd catch himself staring either, actually, that had been gone for awhile now.
Saya was easy to look at, easy on the eyes.
Katsuki had thought before he was a decent-lookin' guy. That was what they both were: Lookers. Pissed him off to no end getting stared at a shit ton, but so did his roommate. He seen the girls long-necking, so many that he began to look into it himself.
Just what did they see in Kasaya?
The long navy hair, retro-looking in that low bun. Calm demeanor that was easily approachable, unlike him. The lean, long, but angular jaw, chin. He kept himself sharply shaved, the body fit, but yet there was an air of roughness to him that was on the surface. It made the eyes of onlookers 'stick'.
He also had these pink, soft looking lips, that got loose as they spoke, or when they smiled, or when they smoked.
Bakugo thought on that a lot.
He knew he shouldn't, caught himself staring at that part of him, forcing himself to look away, inside himself asking what was up with himself.
He was much younger when he was friends with his little rag-tag groups of boys. He guessed that was why he didn't notice more adult things like that. Physical features where just colors of the hair, eyeballs, and simple things. Even in middle school, he didn't think on those things, he began ignoring everyone, and those that he still spoke to were just undefined blobs compared to the portrait of the man aside him right now.
Perhaps, he was just 'growing-up', his mind was getting more analytical, scanning, observing.
Hell, next year, he'd be 18. Kasaya would be 18. They'd be set to head to college if they wanted, or join hero leagues.
How much more he'd grow. He wondered what types of things he notice about people then.
But those were all just outside things, physical qualities. Nobody seen the habits, nobody knew the words, the sarcastic tones in Kasaya's language, the glimmers in his eyes that meant certain things.
Nobody 'knew' him.
They were lucky if they even got words, were blessed to hear that soft, even timbre in his voice when he spoke full sentences.
His voice, when it whispered, Bakugo felt a peace inside. That voice settled him down.
Kasaya's peices were getting placed on the board, and Katsuki liked to hold them, let them swirl around in his palms as he gave them over. Each one unique, different.
This was exactly what he's wanted. What he needed. He wanted the whole collection.
To put them on a shelf. To display them.
But in his need, he'd found that he'd come to care less about his little charade, and in turn, begin to just care about him. Bakugo realized there was a tiny ray of care that he had for him. It'd popped out of the soil, like a fresh spring bud. Sudden.
In a short period of time, he felt so different, because he'd let himself 'let go' with him. Letting him consume more of his head, he'd even thought on him a few times when he wasn't around. Wondering what he was up to.
He felt free. His yoke of life, Saya was lifting part of it now, he didn't even ask him to. He just did, because he could.
Saya was a giver, but only to him too.
Sure, he'd hold a door, he'd step out of someone's way, pick something up someone dropped it and hand it back quietly, but he would give him more than any other random people.
Why?
Because they were similar. So similar in quite a few ways.
His roommate had an endless supply of Hisashi's cash it seemed too, almost too much, and he openly forked it over in the form of meals. He didn't care. Had no worry about it, which was exactly like him.
Bakugo didn't want a fuckin' hand out. But he didn't owe him he'd said. That was a thing they had.
A nonchalant, 'Don't worry about it.'
Bakugo couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relaxed about financials. He couldn't remember the last time his stomach felt 'full'.
Satoko just kept doing shit.
Giving stuff over and over. Saya started getting into the habit of leaving things for him. Bananas. Granola bars. Would buy him dinner, sometimes without telling him.
He'd given him the right to help him, and once he started, Kasaya owned it. The martial arts, the extra chow, any ounce of space he let him have upstairs in his head, he immediately moved in and ruled it like a king. But he ruled it not tyrannically, but with ease. With a calm, simple way that did not alarm the blonde.
Katsuki had even willing given him his phone number.
What the hell was goin' on with him?
He never gave anyone his number.
Saya would only text him about food mostly, and he'd just respond with and 'okay', 'cool', or something short.
"Stuck. That's what." Kasaya suddenly blurted after taking a swig of cranberry juice. "That's my position here."
He'd ordered Chinese for them tonight from an on-campus location, and he had it delivered to their room. After their training today, neither of them were up for walking anywhere, feeling kind of lazy.
But they'd had enough energy to go up on the dorm roof. It was almost getting too cold for them to be up there. November was getting chilly, really fast. They were in coats. Neither minded though.
"Hah?"
"Yeh. I can't leave."
"UA?" Bakugo took another bite. It was so good compared to the noodle bowls he'd been surviving off of.
Surviving that was all it had been. He never wanted to be there again, in that position. It was frightening... something he wouldn't fess up to say to anyone except him.
But what shook him up more was if his grandma was to suffer. That would be worse for him. She was suffering as it was, and she didn't even know it, as she couldn't remember things.
It was horrible, especially when he showed up and she called him by his father's name.
His father was dead.
Saya nodded. He couldn't believe he was being so open with him. He still was tip-toeing around some stuff because he was experimenting with his trust. Saya wanted to put more in Bakugo. Why?
Because.
Bakugo was loosening around him now too.
It was strange. They were unfolding at the same time. Him and Katsuki.
Together they had somehow managed to start moving along a road, walking the same direction.
Two people who didn't know one another, who didn't even really give each other a chance at first, who didn't get along (well more so Bakugo not wanting to get along), then a series of events led them up to working shit out.
Kasaya was confused. He 'felt' confused. This guy stirred stuff up in him, mixed it around. He made him 'feel'.
In Bakugo's stares, he felt strong waves of shyness, embarrassment, tension, an intensity. In Bakugo's large smile (he knew he was probably the only person that got to see it), he felt strong waves of a simple happiness, a comedy. It was pleasurable to see it. Hilarious it was! In Bakugo's exposure, he felt a sense to treat him tender, to be tender, he had even began to want to treat him tenderly.
Tender with Bakugo Katsuki. The Killer Explosion Murder. Tender, but keeping it at an arm's length.
That was why he was never too pushy about the food. When he'd taken that first bite of the protein bar in the abandoned building that night after he'd threw them at him, he knew, he was accepting his 'help'.
As long as he was tender with it.
"Yeh." Satoko whispered amongst his cold breath, stuffed a piece of chicken with a chopstick in his mouth, talking after he swallowed. "Like a jail."
"Is it because of'her?" His skin was heated, he was covered in drying sweat. Neither had showered. Still too many dudes around doing theirs right now. They water would be cold unless they waited. But that question, it made him hot like he'd just ran another mile.
His roommate's simple answer confirmed it: "Yeh."
Bakugo flared. He knew. It was always about her. He wanted to pry for more. He was beginning to really not like this person.
"She had me latched."
Bakugo turned, the box of General Tso's (what was left anyway, as he'd scarfed almost all of it) loosened in his hand, he had to retighten his fingers for it not to fall down and out of his grip, down the four stories up that they were sitting, into the construction zone.
They were sitting how he'd seen Kasaya sitting that evening after school smoking. Legs over the edge, sneakers dangling, sitting aside each other.
Kasaya put his now empty container to the side, and popped a small bottle of vodka off, quick out of his pocket. He needed it. Katsuki was shaking up some thoughts of her, and he did also take some of the thoughts on her away, but not all of them.
He was dissolving them slowly though.
Kasaya felt like he was melting ice.
That was another thing he came to see. Bakugo, he'd realized that who he was eased his mind so he could speak of her. His presence gave him comfort, so that the past was just words and less rash memories that killed him inside.
Like it was truly 'the past'.
He felt with Katsuki around, he was working his way into 'the future'.
And, it was okay.
He was okay with what this friendship was. He knew Bakugo was too.
He never thought he'd find himself thinking that about someone. Being and feeling easy in a friendship.
Saya downed the bottle as the red eyes watched. "She controlled me." As if his previous sentence hadn't spelled it out clear enough. "She made me, and she had me."
Suki had told him already that she had carved him viciously into the assassin that he was. Under his skin, he was ferocious with that last statement. She had him? "Mental quirk?" It was the only thing he could think of.
"Yeh. Her too."
"Is it stronger than'yours?"
"When she'd snatched me... it was. We were jus'kids." He cleared his throat, running fingers over his eyes in frustration. He hated talking about it. 'Holy shit.' He snapped another vodka out and chugged it like water, clear, swimming in that moment on the porch with her eating ice cream bars, when she'd first got him. "It's similar t'mine, but she places these 'emotion' controls on you. She ran me. She ran him." He pointed to his head.
Bakugo intently listened, sitting right aside him. The chick ran him? And Diasuta? That crazy personality in his head? Fuckin' insane this bitch must be, someone who likes having all the control.
Satoko felt the chill inside his body of the one emotion control that was leftover. "Every time she restates an emotion that's placed, it re-fires. I watched my body do things, thinkin' it was for the best." He was wringing his knuckles around. "Inside myself, all I could do was scream." He poked at his skull again. "She was the one that named it."
Kugo reeled his head back a bit. The way he stared showed disbelief.
Satoko didn't feel hurt by it, but he did want him to believe him. "I." He stared. "I'm serious."
Those silvery-gray eyes met his, no bangs in front his face, and he couldn't hold back a response to him: "You can't leave UA, because she'll..." Something clicked in his head, he whisped it out, sudden flashes of tingles in his jowls, felt his stomach ache a bit. "She's a villain, isn't she?"
He nodded, but looked the other direction. "She's still got'me." He made a choking sound with his throat. He was trying to not rip up inside. "My brother got rid of 'em all 'cept one." He looked away suddenly. All except one. It pained him that even though he was 'away' from her, 'safe', that a piece of all she'd done, was still floating around inside of him, dormant, sleeping, like a fuckin' disease.
'STILL?' Bakugo hadn't noticed anything when Satoko was conscious (and not Diasuta) that desalt with anything like that. How? What were the signs? Were there visible signs of it?
Bakugo didn't want to lose his stare.
"Kasaya." It was low, he tapped his knee.
The blue-headed teen. He. He heard. His name?
His face turned back to the right, alert, a bit bewildered, but wondering. Why'd he say his name?
And it wasn't his last name, as in-class when he'd get called on. It was his first.
He never said his name.
Bakugo got exactly what he wanted... all his attention. "Tell me."
"I can..." His uneasiness wasn't resolving, and he resorted to putting his quivering hands in his pockets. "but that doesn't..."
"Then show me."
Satoko's mouth dropped. "..." Some sound came out but it wasn't even a word. He had no idea whether he should. Bakugo was being a bit demanding of him today.
The other began to move up off of the flat cement edge, to hop down. "What're you doin?" He called up to him. Why was he just sitting, not moving?
"I can I trust you with it?"
That frustrated him instantly. Seriously? What were they? It'd come this far... and he still had the gumption to say that? After he opened up to him? Was teaching him martial arts? After he himself let himself go? After he gave into him and his 'help'?
After he left him touch him.
Pushing his hips around in practice, with a finger and thumb to move them down, touching his ankles, putting palms on his back.
That in itself was a big step for Bakugo. He let no mother fucker touch him, and he'd let him.
"Come'on." Bakugo swallowed trying to not let that sweep of anger come too much to the surface. Any other human he would of screamed at for that.
He would not let Kasaya be the war.
He took his phone out of his own pocket and handed it to him. Saya took it, it just sat idly in his hand.
It was a way that Bakugo let him understand that he was not going to tell on him. "Jus'us. Show me."
It was getting dark anyhow, they needed to start heading in, and picking up their trash.
Saya began to recognize, it was always 'just them.'
Their room when they got there, was quiet. The whole floor was quiet.
Bakugo followed beside him, the usual, kind of looking at the walls, the ceiling, the lounge, everywhere, thinking.
How exactly would he 'show' him? He'd asked for it, finally feeling more comfortable from training with him, to take on some more resolute knowledge. And, right as Saya started to dish it, speaking it out, Bakugo instantly let it sink into him.
Yes. He was ready. And if Saya was willing, and finally okay with speaking it out, he was here. Hand over the poker chips.
Bakugo had space for a fistful. He'd even said his name. He was no longer Blue Bun.
He was Kasaya.
Satoko opened the door and the blonde followed.
Nobody turned on a light, there was just enough setting sun left in the room for them to see, but it had started to lightly pitter rain, good thing they had came in when they did or they'd be caught in it.
Satoko rummaged through one of his drawers, it was a medical kit he pulled out, an emergency one. He opened and riffled through it, until he found an old long thermometer. Looking up at Katsuki, he held it in his hands. He looked like he was defeated. He sat on his bed.
This was it. He was showing somebody.
He was exposing some of his truth to another soul.
He'd decided. He'd tell him. Hisashi had told Bakugo bare-minimum things, as a way for him to not feel like he'd get choked or stabbed in his sleep, personal protection, but the rest was up to him. He managed his truth. So, he got to decide what to say.
But, he was getting to a point where, he wanted Katsuki to know.
Now was a better time than ever to test the trust level he could have in Bakugo.
There was the hate that they had in common. Bakugo understood it, grasped it, as he was rolling in something similar himself.
Bakugo understood his rage.
He hoped this would go well.
Bakugo just loomed, standing, waiting. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what he was going to show him exactly.
Saya swallowed nervously. He was, he was giving in. And, he was scared. How would he react? "98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. That's normal." He closed his eyes and began to speak, trying to keep mustering up that bravery that he'd been working on right now. "You noticed by now, I don't sweat as much as you."
"Yeh." Bakugo had his hands in his sweatpant pockets, eyes intent. He assumed it was that he was in so much better shape than him.
"Her emotional controls, they feel... cold." He was beginning to quiver. "I..." It cut off, the end of that sentence silence.
Suki came over then. He had a few thoughts whether he should, but sat aside him on his bed anyway. It was a little more 'close' than the 'close' what he wanted, as he did want 'closeness' to him, but the bed?
That was kind of a personal space.
But something in him told him he had to, so he'd feel comfortable enough to keep going on, because for as leading as he was in training, outside that, he was still quiet and so damn shy.
That shyness, in a guy, Bakugo had never seen that before.
It was just another random item that he was beginning to find to be nice about him. He didn't go out talking to a million people, it had been good for their roommate agreement, but now, really Bakugo was finding it was good for him too, because he kind of liked knowing that he kept everything more secretive.
Secrets. Everything they told to each other was.
The texts that Satoko used his phone to write to Eraserhead revealed zero personal information, just everyday things.
He put the thermometer in his mouth, and they were quiet for some time, kind of awkwardly sitting aside each other, both with their hands in their laps.
Bakugo was all nerves. He wasn't sure what he really was going to be told tonight, so in that anxiousness, he stood and opened his roommate's bottom drawer.
Kasaya's gray eyes were hot in what he was doing, but when he seen he was making drinks, the slate-colored sheen calmed.
He'd already jammed his hands all up inside his duffel and they had no tape down. He wore his extra king fu uniform. Kasaya let it go.
Friends borrowed each other's stuff and were in each other's stuff right?
Kasaya took the thermometer out of his mouth and Suki with two drinks came back over and sat them on the floor by them, just as a spot to put them for now. His sheets were so soft, he wondered where he bought them.
Saya looked to the side slightly and turned the device to where the mercury was facing his roommate in his palm.
It was at 84 degrees.
"With each one I got colder inside."
Bakugo took the thermometer out of his loose, openly shaky grip, handing him a drink to replace it, and he stared into the mercury.
It was 84 degrees exactly.
How the fuck was he alive? Unbelievable!
Suki's bottom lip dropped a hare. Katsuki instantly put a palm up, and Kasaya flinched back.
It was the one thing he actually wholly feared physically; a smack.
She'd hit him so much.
He couldn't help that that was the response when a flat hand like that was coming towards his face. It was a psychological thing.
Neito's had been more to the side like it was some sweeping move, and that hadn't triggered anything.
"Let me feel yr'head, yeh?" Bakugo whispered into the now barely lit room noticing his response. "Did she abuse you?" He put the thermometer back into the box. He was about to find her himself and blow her all to hell.
Why'd he feel this way, so protective over this guy? So consumed with him. It inflamed him, it drove him nuts.
Kasaya lifted his bangs with his free hand, and Bakugo's hot palm went in his forehead.
He was so completed caught up in this moment.
Did Bakugo actually... care?
The way his palm was on his forehead was pleasant.
Then the other hand came as two fingers to the side of his neck to feel a pulse. It pressed.
That touch, was unlike anything he'd felt before.
So pure.
Unlike Ashley completely. Hisashi said that everyone was different. How right he'd been.
The palm was hot compared to his coldness.
Kasaya started feeling tingles coming into his cheeks. He shook a slight nod to Bakugo's question, and then the biker cut grunted in response and put his own hand to his head to compare.
"All the time." It came out of a dry throat. All the time she abused him.
He caught an off-the-chain glare from Katsuki.
Why was that there?
"You're..." Almost like Suki couldn't believe it. "only warm." He spoke. "Kick her ass, if given the chance." It was an opposite, but resolute statement. He didn't have to ask, he knew. He dropped his hands. He was just trying to shake off how he felt right now. So angry.
The blue-haired teen nodded again, took a sip of his drink. "You fuckin' know it." He would. He wouldn't kill her though. As much as he wanted to, Hisashi and him said never again. No more. No more death. Kasaya couldn't bare thinking that so much blood was on his hands as it was. He didn't want more red staining him up even worse.
Bakugo smirked. 'Damn right he would.' He grabbed up and took a large out-of-control chug of his drink. He was a vampire or something. His roommate should be dead at that temperature. "Wha'one is it? What emotion?" It sucked that he was stuck at the school to unable to leave. Fuckin' sucked, real bad.
Kasaya turned Bakugo's phone on the bed, and handed it back.
Bakugo took it, but chucked it into his open duffel bag across the room. Arched it perfect to land in his sweaty clothes, and borrowed uniform. Thanks the gods it landed inside, or it would of busted. It was an older model that was still managing to stay together. At least he hadn't broke the screen on this one yet.
Kasaya took his out of his pocket, the newest version, and leaned to slide it across his desk.
Thier way again of communicating, yet again, that it was 'just them' right now.
Only them.
"Love." Kasaya whispered.
"Gross." Suki said plain-jane into his glass.
Kasaya instantly smirked. How did he do that? It was a heavy, the atmosphere thick with such words they'd just been speaking, but all he had to say was one simple thing, and it instantly lightened.
"How many did she have on'you?"
"Over a handful." Kasaya swallowed the whole drink in a deep chug, now looking at the rain outside the window. Gods. So many. He remembered them all. But, "She can't use the same one's on me again though. That's a positive."
Suki agreed that was good. "That's less fuel."
The blue-headed one yanked up on his ponytail. His cup was out, he put it in his teeth to hold it so he could have two free hands to reach behind his head and yank it up even more, it was too loose for his liking.
The blonde stood and snatched the cup right out of his mouth, with a 'huhf' sound from the navy-head, just like how Kasaya plucked the cigarettes right out of his mouth all smooth.
Somehow, Kasaya knew that was meant to tease him. Any other person would think that was mean, but he knew what he was playing on with that. It set him to crunch the corner of his mouth up, and look at then floor.
Suki went to refill both of them, make them their seconds.
Now he was up waiting on him? Kasaya was floored. Katsuki the waitress, funny.
"So, what else she do..." Suki swallowed some of his own before completing Kasaya's. "t'you?" He handed the cup to him again.
"Y'sure y'wanna..."
"Yeh." It was quick. And they were whispering again?
Strange.
They were always whispering.
The room had fallen dark now, the rain was getting heavier.
Saya continued. "She used me, turned me loose on people."
Katsuki nearly choked as he sat back on his roommate's soft bed. He knew what that meant. No details just yet, but damnit. He knew it. He fuckin' knew it. He was, he'd been, had been made to be... bad.
"And I'm the one, left fuckin' ashamed. How the fuck does that work out?" Kasaya slammed his cup up to his mouth to take in that sweet liquor. "She did all sorts of shit to me."
His roommate came to sit, turned on the bed, towards him, putting a knee up on the buttery sheets aside him.
Kasaya had Bakugo's full attention.
This was rather... intimate.
That word in his head shook the blonde up just as much as the his first drink had already done.
Intimate.
But you could have those moments with serious topics. Where you simply felt akin to another.
They were gaining some ground. He felt alright with that now. The vodka made it a bit more lax. He wasn't ready for the stuff that she 'let him loose' on people with.
He could only imagine.
"She cut my hair, dyed it. Made me drink shit that made me sick." He jiggled his cup as reference. "Forced me t'my physical limits. Made me sit in painful postures. Hit me." He sighed. "That's jus'the start of it."
Bakugo was already pissed off. How evil did a person have to be to grab someone up in thier quirk, to do nothing but use and torture that person.
"What's th'more worse things?" He slurred it out.
"I..." Kasaya commented. "I'll go medium."
"K." Bakugo put a hand on his own knee, trying to relax, not doing a good job. He was okay with medium.
"I got really sick and she had my skin pierced."
"Hah?" This 'Hah' was kind of similar to 'come again?'
"Yeh." He shyly looked away. "Hisashi took care of both. I was on antibiotics for months. And the peircings, he told me not to let'em close. Didn't want them t'get infected."
"Hah?" Infected?
Kasaya was a little more keen about telling him about his body's piercings than the other thing, that sexual disease, that was why he kept it plain in telling him. He considered that a 'medium' compared to all the hacking and slashing she made him do to his thighs because the infection went away, the scars... they remained.
But it was embarrassing to admit he'd had an STI to someone. He immediately spoke before his roommate had a chance to: "She got me pierced." He re-stated.
"Where?"
"Uh, my ears. And uh.." He had a flush go across his face. Should he tell him? "My uh... chest."
Bakugo gawked down instinctively. His chest? Like what? He'd never heard of that before.
Kasaya then looked away. Heated. How would he react to that knowledge?
It was kind of a rare thing. The Japanese were either straight laced or not at all. His body leaned more on the 'not at all' fence.
"No way."
"Way." He swallowed some drink. "When my brother told me not t'let 'em close fearing an infection, I asked him t'get me bars instead. I didn't want t'look at the fuckin' hoops she forced me t'wear. I don't have 'em in all the time. Sometimes, I can go a few days. I kinda don't mind them now." Kasaya truly had grown to like them, a little. "My ears Hisashi let me close up though." He tugged on his earlobe, over the once pierced hole that was now just an tiny indention.
Bakugo was interested to all hell!
He never had his shirt off around him, or changed around him, and from what he recalled, the only time he'd ever taken his shirt off was the night the pipe broke above their room and he was drying off with that ugly ass, old flannel he had. But it was too dark then to see anything.
"Can I?"
Everything changed once again. The mood was lifted even more.
It kept going from dark to light. Kasaya figured that this whole chat would resort to nothing but sad shit, but Katsuki kept shifting it around.
Now his roommate was curious and he could tell. A compelling reaction.
Should he? Had he seriously just asked that? Was he still not believing him?
Kasaya sat his drink down. He was feeling a bit tipsy as it was, and well, they were just guys, friends.
Bakugo watched him start yanking his shirt up over his head, his bun came loose again in the process. "See?" Kasaya tossed his shirt to the side of the bed, and moved his left nipple around with a few slender fingers.
Bakugo leaned in but not that close, completely aware of the body part he was staring at. On a man. He was too interested to peel his eyes away.
Sure enough, there were two small holes on both sides of the middle part. Was that where the bar went through?
"That hurt?"
"Yeh." He stood. "Hang on."
Bakugo had to look away. His torso was so lean and rippled, he averted his glare.
He was getting a complete new feeling from this person now. The aura was changing. It was kind of a punky. He'd been nothin' but upright his whole life, except with his baggy uniform, which was on purpose to drive people off.
To think, right under his nose, someone entered his life who was more 'out there'.
Kasaya walked over to his duffel where he pulled out a small zipping, clear plastic bag and threw it to his roommate who caught it.
Sure enough, it had body jewelry inside of it. Some bars and small balls. He turned the silver metal inside the bag around with his fingers. They stainless steel in color. "I want a tattoo." He blurted. "Maybe."
"Yeh?" Kasaya started gathering up his stuff.
"I got it drawn out."
Bakugo threw back the bag of jewelry. And he saw Kasaya start putting shower stuff together.
The blonde walked to grab and open a book he had for Calculus, and handed the drawing to him.
Kasaya sat back on the bed. Inspecting. "This is cool. Where are the two spikes on top suppose to go?" It was really nice, a really dark tribal with a bunch of ivy all around and through it, very gothic in style.
Katsuki smiled. Cool. He thought it was cool. It had taken him a long time to draw that. He was trying not to smile too large. "Up the back of my neck." He put his hand behind his head and traced two triangles, the tips stopping at his hairline.
"Ah so it's a upper back piece? Across your shoulder blades?"
"Hah?"
"A back shoulder peice?" He repeated. Did Katsuki not hear him there?
"Yeh."
"Well, y'know what they say about tattoos."
"What?" Katsuki took the paper back and began gathering shower stuff too.
"Let's shower, then I'll tell'you."
Damn this guy. Always had him on the end of a string. He wanted to know what he meant damn it.
The showers, they were glad they waited. They were nice and hot.
Katsuki came out swishing the curtain open.
Kasaya was already done, dressed in sweats, boxer briefs up higher around his hips, except with no shirt, sitting on the long bench, one leg on both sides, brushing his lengthy wet hair, and then he looked over, pulling out the bag of body jewelry, noticing his roommate was done as Katsuki made his way over to sit by him.
He'd revealed he wanted a tattoo. So, Saya was even more so was okay with showing him this now.
"You asked t'see." He began opening the bag as Katsuki sat in front of him in the same manner, one leg on each side of the bench, dressed in even less than him, his boxer briefs black with a fire orange band.
They were pretty close. Their knees almost touching.
Katsuki watched him sweep all his wet hair to the right side of his chest, exposing his left nipple, and he took the bar out of the bag.
"Y'ready?" He smirked. "Don't get sick."
"Fuck you. I won't."
It was just them in the shower room, nobody around. It was steamy in there, and their bodies were freshly warmed, thier skin was clean, finally.
Kasaya silently took the bar and with ease, pushed it right through his nipple, through a huge hunk of skin, the whole bar behind and under his very manly areola.
Bakugo's jaw almost dropped. Holy fuck! The metal was all the way through it!
Kasaya then grabbed a ball and screwed it on one end, then took a secondary one and screwed it on the other.
There was a bit a the bar sticking out, a few millimeters on each side, but what showed the most was the two silver balls on the left and right.
Bakugo was struck, kind of dangerous this seemed, and at one point he'd sat through it, getting a hole put in him, through one of his body's most sensitive parts.
"How long y'had it?"
"Since I was 13."
He caught Bakugo's face, which looked kind of shocked, and smirking at his curiosity, he swishing his wet long navy hair to the other side, the left to expose his right. Katsuki really hadn't seen anything like this before, it was a bit funny.
"That one too?"
"Both, yeh."
Kasaya began riffling in the bag again to pull out another.
"Can." It came out in one word. Those red eyes on a sort of mildly inappropriate body part. But this was what was going on. This was where the piercings were.
"Hah?" Satoko stopped, looking to his face.
Bakugo swallowed. His curiosity was completely running him. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing to be curious about or not, but he let Kasaya touch him right?
So how was this any different?
"Can I?"
Kasaya paused. Was he hearing him correctly?
Did he want to put it in for him?
Bakugo was just staring at the two incredibly almost invisible holes on both sides of his right.
Saya seen a cuteness in his curiosity. He was like a kid. Rather adorable he was. It was locking him up.
I mean, what would it hurt? Saya seen he obviously was interested in this type of stuff. Would it be awkward now after thier friendship had been established to say no?
Kasaya didn't know what the limits should be, what was the glass-ceiling on friendships? He didn't have any friends, except him, so he don't know.
He hadn't had a 'friend' since he was a little boy, some kids on the baseball team.
"Uh sure." He handed the bar to Katsuki, who took it between his index and thumb, and twiddled it around, inspecting.
He started moving in, his head getting incredibly close to his upper body, so he could see how to exactly slide it right.
"Be gentle." Kasaya whispered amongst the steam in the shower room. 'Please don't fuckin' slam it.' He knew the recklessness that Bakugo possessed. But equally he knew his passiveness, just like swishing his bangs to the side, just like putting a palm on his forehead feeling his temperature.
Suki scooted in closer, so close that his knees pushed on Kasaya's on the bench. "Tryin t'see." He didn't want to touch his nipple but he was beginning to think he might have to, to hold it out so he could have a clean shot.
Kasaya jolted at that sudden scoot. His knees shot outward, and was instantly uncomfortable.
"Thanks t'you, I'm sitting funny now. Hang on, it's dim in here." Bakugo grumbled at the interruption.
Saya did the only thing he could think of, and moved his legs, laying them on top of Bakugo's legs on both sides, scooting his hips forward. "Can y'see now?" His chest was quickly much closer, he held his wet hair back with an arm above his head.
Shit. He probably shouldn't of done that. He felt Bakugo's body instantly jerk.
'Holy fuck!' Bakugo panicked for about two seconds. He was sort of, kind of, not really, but was he? He sitting on him-ish. "Yeh. I can see it better now." He fummed those words out.
The image in front of him was slightly... it stirred shit up. That expectant face. The hand holding that long wet hair above his head, exposing his fit biceps, his upper body arched to have his chest closer to his own face. His abs were pure strength. That neck lithe, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
His entire posture was much overwhelming.
Kasaya had all the patience in the world. "Jus' grab it, and pull it a bit."
"That'okay?"
"Yeh. I did it t'the other one." Was he asking him if it was okay to touch him there? It was... okay, he guessed. He touched Katsuki sometimes in practice.
That was true. That was how he watched him put the other one in when he'd did it. Bakugo reached, and lightly pinched it with his left hand, the skin was so hot. He must of taken an excessively, unbaringly burning shower. He could see why with that emotion control left on him that made him cold, how the burning showers made him feel normal he bet. He slowly began to push the body jewelry near the right entrance to slide the bar in.
He was suddenly the shy one now. "Won't it hurt?"
"Not if you go slow."
(If anyone heard them, they'd think they were doing something else (wink, wink) with the verbage they kept saying to one another, but both were rather oblivious to their words.)
"K." He felt Kasaya's chest breathing in and out slowly as he waited; he noticed Kasaya had an Indian trail of hair down under his belly button, he pretended he didn't see that. He stuck it through as gentle as he could, watching the skin move as it was becoming prodded.
"Mm." He heard Kasaya's throat groan, his lips quivered a bit, still holding his hair above his head with one arm. He bit his lip.
Did he hurt him? That was what it sounded like.
Bakugo eagerly reached for the two balls. He couldn't believe it. He just jammed a rod through someone's skin!
He started working one of the balls on, twisting it.
"Y'got me a'little." Kasaya whispered while he felt Katsuki lightly touch the nipple again to steady it and screw the other one on. He could dimly see the fingers working on his body.
"I think I got'it." Bakugo didn't anchor back, instead, after he was done he remained touching his right nipple with a few fingers.
Satoko looked down on him as he was a little higher up sitting on his lap sort of.
His index and ring finger was on it. Satoko knew he was feeling what it was like to have a piece of metal inside of your body. No doubt.
Kasaya still had his lip bit, but let his hair fall.
Katsuki looked up, distracted up to his face, as that wet navy hair fell on him some, his fingers didn't leave the jewelry he just put in for him, instead it rocked it back and forth, unable to shake the feeling he was having.
Overcome.
It suited him. These peircings. So well, and his abdomen was so hot right now, and it quivered.
"Mn." Kasaya swallowed. "It makes them feel harder than normal." His touch still lingered on his nipple's sides.
"Does'it?" Red eyes wanted that knowledge for some reason.
"Yeh."
Bakugo now pressed his fingers into the center to feel what the bar felt like under that thick skin, that body part. 'Shit.' He was right. It was harder.
Kasaya was trying to keep himself together.
Some strange vibe was going on here. Some crazy very large, white elephant was beginning to slowly creep it's way into the room, and nothing was being said.
He noticed, and bit his lip in response to it, as Katsuki pressed, it was the way the blonde kept touching it. His nipple was actually getting hard. He wanted to tell him to stop, but that cute, extremely curious face was not something he could refuse as it looked back down to inspect more.
Saya felt kind of sick in the head at himself, having a nasty thought run through him as Bakugo touched, that he should just lean down and kiss him.
Here Bakugo was, just being just purely curious, and here he was... feeling 'something something.'
It was stupid as fuck.
He'd just have to hold it in. He could do it.
Bakugo noticed the nipple he was touching was getting tough from his touch.
And Saya had his lip bit, but he was looking away from him.
He was letting him explore it as he wanted, to let him aid his wonder in it.
But as he curiously had his fingers on it, touching the metal, the skin, he kept glancing up at the man half sitting on him, hands at his side now.
Kasaya kept slowly blinking, long eyelashes, lengthy wet, dark hair swept around his shoulder blades that ran down his left side. It exposed his neck on the right, and it was bent out.
Those lips.
They just looked so soft.
He wanted his focus.
Instantly. He wanted those gray eyes deep into his.
"Y'like 'em?" He switched up the way he was touching, to slightly rubbing it instead. He already told him that in the room, but he just wanted a voice to come out. He was pulling at strings.
Kasaya noticed the change in touch, and he closed his eyes. Those long eyelashes batting down, cheeks quivered a bit. Overbearing.
Bakugo was being 'deviant' as Kasaya had said himself that night he'd latched that girl in the park.
Him closing his eyes wasn't what he was aiming for.
(Bakugo was not being as pure as Kasaya thought, and Kasaya not thinking otherwise, was letting himself both continue on in his heated aura.)
"Mhm." Came out of his throat. 'Shit.' Being touched like this. He had to hold on for his roommate's sake. He kept viewing himself as a wicked predator as he was trying to prevent his mind from racing.
Bakugo recognized his chest moving in and out.
He was teasing him. He didn't know what caused him to want to!
It was almost too perfect a moment not to.
Was this okay though? Bakugo didn't know. He'd poked his friends in the sides when they were kids if they were ticklish.
Satoko couldn't fuckin' take it. Surely his roommate would notice the forming feeling if he didn't stop him. His palm reached out and curved around the back of Bakugo's neck. "Y'want th'tattoo this high, right?"
Bakugo instantly halted at the sudden wrap around the back of his neck. His thumb just sat on the nipple, his hand ghosted his chest on the right side, not wanting to put a full palm down.
He was captured, now he had those eyes.
Satoko whispered. "Let's go back." Why won't he take his thumb off him?! He tried to keep calm, but his palm on that back of the neck accidentally slipped a tad, and he ended up running a thumb an inch down the spine there. Shit. He tried to mask it up with words. "What I was gettin' at earlier about th'tattoo, was people say you don't know if you'll like it, until you try it out."
Bakugo bit. "How?" He put his hands down. Kasaya was looking into him, as if those orbs could 'see' him.
Kasaya breathed a breath of thankfulness. The touch was gone.
But his eyes were seeing him.
Saya was seeing all the blonde was, (trying not to), the strong alpha male, crazy hair, which was wet and combed right now, his back broad. His face heart shaped, with a trim chin.
They both were 'seeing'.
Thier eyes scanned into each other's, a strong gripping inability to look away.
A strange pulse between them. An electric vibe that made no sense.
Kasaya watched that head of Katsuki's lean back a bit, eyes becoming slits. It leaned so that Saya's palm took up more space of his skin.
That cross necklace moved up just a bit on the biker cut's upper chest.
Suddenly Bakugo found himself forgetting where he was. Dazed.
'Oh fuck.' Kasaya was loosin' it. He had to get out of here, but his body kept ignoring him.
His body betrayed his head, and his face leaned into Bakugo's ear to whisper as nothing but air, a quieter whisper than a whisper, putting another hand on his neck on the other side. And the words that came out did not even come out of his mouth how he'd wanted them to.
They were not kosher words between friends, as his head was telling him to say, to break this stupid ass elephant up. He'd wanted to have an explanation pop out of his lips, a long sentence.
But instead his mouth cursed him; a chill in his stomach as what came out WAS NOT okay: "Let me draw it on you."
Suki lips were inside his wet hair on the side of his face. It smelled really nice. "K."
He was swept up.
Bakugo's hand came up, and right as he was mindlessly going to slide it across his roommate's thigh, Kasaya jolted up, stood, breaking the air.
Saya watched the blonde suddenly blink and look around. 'Oh shit.' Holy fuck. Kasaya turned. What the fuck was this just now? He was so glad he snapped it up, cut it.
That had gotten. Holy shit. That had gotten.
He instantly grabbed a shirt on, and peripherally, watched Bakugo stand and turn to start putting clothes on.
Nothing was said.
But just as they were done, and packed up to leave, Satoko in the lead, so ready to be out of there, out of that steamed, warm room, Bakugo sudden, snatched his wrist and slammed him up against a locker.
Kasaya wasn't fearful, but it was a surprise, and unable to move, he just stared into him, their eyes were hot into each other's again.
Katsuki let go of his wrist, but pushed his body up against his to pin Kasaya up against the lockers while his strong hands went up behind his own neck, making his body's chest and torso arch into Kasaya's.
The elephant had stormed back.
And somehow, Kasaya realized, that aura that he thought was just a personal one, holy shit, it had been shared.
Katsuki, unlike him, recognized it rather than trying to cut it off, but still didn't mention anything, no words spoken about it.
Soon he swished the hair away from Kasaya's neck and some metal touched his chest.
Saya dropped his chin to see, as Bakugo's face was staring into his neck now, then the red eyes dropped to his chest (which now had a shirt on), to touch the new metal there.
He'd put his cross necklace around his roommate's neck.
He'd wanted to. He wanted him to have a peice of him with him always, Kasaya had enough of that bitch with him... still.
She was present on his body, in his head, with his thoughts.
He wanted Kasaya to carry him around in his head instead.
Bakugo didn't entirely understand or get what had just happened, but he wanted to let him know in the least, he wasn't angry.
He acknowledged the vibe by pushing his body into his, but wanted to ease Kasaya's nerves if he was somehow upset. He had as a matter of fact, shot up off that bench, like a basketball player getting ready to hop into the game, like he was sickened by him or something.
Bakugo didn't want to think of him as grostesque. He'd been a tad teasing, and he felt bad about it. He shouldn't of done that, not to him. It'd, he'd made his friend uncomfortable.
"It was my father's. Hang on'to it for me. Yeh?"
The navy headed teen was floored. Was he giving him his necklace to wear? Saya stared, touching it with his fingertips. The metal was a bit weighty, the pendant the heaviest part.
Bakugo pushed off the lockers, and spoke, breaking the space. "I do want it drawn on. I wanna try it out."
Saya followed him out of the wash room. Utterly mixed up, but knowing that they were fine.
Even after that 'episode'...
The rest of the night in the room, the blonde with his shirt off, laid on Kasaya's soft sheets, blue headphones on, Kasaya with his on too, listening to rap via Bluetooth, until 2 in the morning, as to not disturb thier neighbors.
For 4 hours Saya did nothing but draw on Bakugo's upper back in their room. He went through two whole sharpie markers worth of ink.
He'd asked if it was okay if he straddled him, a leg on both sides (Bakugo being a bench now of sorts), and he'd agreed it was fine.
The whole time Kasaya kept drawing, coloring the 'faux tattoo' super dark, it taking up more and more space.
If the scene they had in the shower room (that was dismissed easily, much to his surprise) didn't spell it out clearly enough, he got that they were both okay with touching each other a little more extensively than the palms on the back and the hip nudges that Satoko did to him in martial arts practice.
Where the hell was this all leading?
Thier friendship hadn't dramatically blown up, like he'd expected it to after that event.
And now, he had gotten the okay to sit (practically on his ass), as a means to have a place to park, to draw.
But he had to sit here.
He didn't want to draw it while being sideways.
And Bakugo hadn't voiced one complaint; Not that he was too heavy, not that it hurt him, not that it even bothered him.
The blonde just laid there, calm, and completely relaxed.
Kasaya was almost done.
Bakugo on his end was inside his head, inside the music. Listening to the words. Rap was pretty real.
The type Kasaya listened to spoke about stuff that was rough, truthful, some of the rappers had words about shit that cruelly happened to them, thier families, things that they'd seen.
He was entertained. Each song was different. Some of them were a kind of funny the way they organized the words was pretty clever, except if it was an American one, then he'd have no idea what the rapper was saying, as he didn't speak English.
Bakugo was mulling around, while laying, not moving.
His roommate. Kasaya.
'Fuck me.' He was trying to contain his breaths as he felt that tip of the semi-permanent marker working over his back's muscles.
He kept feeling his spit getting hot, then it'd cool.
He was beginning to 'get it'. To get himself, to get the situation in the shower room.
He'd had some time now, this tattoo 'experiment' had given him the time to think. He'd was unsure what it was at first...
It was a breath of attraction.
That was the 'what'.
Both of them.
He'd teased him up to the point where it was making his roommate get stricken all over. That was why he'd put his palms on his neck.
Why he'd ran a thumb over his bone in his spine.
Why he'd leaned and whispered what he'd whispered.
Why he now realized in response, he'd felt his hand extend foggily.
He was going to put it down on Kasaya's outer thigh.
If his roommate wouldn't of immeadiately stood, jolted up, what would of happened?
He felt a tap on his headphones.
Bakugo, eyes as slits opened, the red barely peaking out, the left headphone was lifted up off his ear for him.
"I'm done."
"Yeh?" Bakugo said back.
"Yeh. It's dark."
"Does'it look real?"
"Yeh. The actual one is this black." Kasaya got off him.
Bakugo slowly began to work himself up off the bed, an absolute lion rising from a rest.
"That's gunna'be alot of work. Probably longer than I took."
"That's fine." He looked at his necklace around Saya's neck. It looked well on him. He smiled at him.
Kasaya seen that, he had a shock of happiness shoot through. He smirked back. "Wanna see. I'm kinda proud of'it." Kasaya walked over to his closet and opened the door, there was a long mirror he tacked up.
"Well duh." Suki teased.
Kasaya laughed, trying to keep it down as it was late. He knew then, just from that simple statement. 'Yeh.' Things were alright between them.
Bakugo turned his back to the mirror.
There it was.
Across his pale, opaque skin was his jet black, viney tribal print, the top two spikes up the back of his neck.
It was fuckin' perfect.
"With skin that light, a tattoo looks good. The color pops." Kasaya spoke. "You like it?"
"Yeh. I do actually." He kept turning back and forth. All this was sharpie marker? It didn't look like it. Imagine, someday it could be ink inside his skin. One day at a time. He'd just leave it at this for now. If he could deal with this then maybe he'll think more on actually getting it done. He bet it'd be expensive as hell though. He'd probably never be able to afford it. "This was'a good idea."
Kasaya smirked. He knew he did a good job. "Yeh. A lot of people do this." He tossed his marker on the bed, and laid back on the bed. It was so warm where Katsuki had been laying.
He closed his eyes.
Soon he felt a hand lift his shirt.
"Wh..." His hand grabbed a wrist. Bakugo. He was over him, sharpie in his hand.
"My turn."
Kasaya was frozen. Just watched. "I don't know what I want." Shit. That didn't come out as him not wanting him to do it! It came out as letting him do whatever!
"I have an idea."
"It's late. And we got school tomorrow." Kasaya was being truthful. Usually it was Bakugo saying it was late, always going to bed at a decent time, unlike him who had insomnia to a certain point.
"Let's stay up."
"An all nighter?"
Bakugo snapped the marker cap off with his teeth and spit it to land on Kasaya's sheets.
"Yeh. Lay back."
Kasaya nervously let his back hit the bed, his hands went over his eyes. 'Ah no!' Bakugo was between his legs and a hand yanked down his sweats. "Hah?" He shot up again, his hands came down to possibly push him back.
His scars! Fuck! How low was he going to yank them down! They weren't on his hips, only his thighs, but still, he was not okay with Bakugo yanking his clothing around like that, exposing that would be a huge exposure of a larger thing she did to him.
"Calm down." Bakugo slipped out. "Can I sit here." He equally had to sit in an awkward position to draw on him what he was thinking. He wanted the 'OK' first, he wouldn't force him.
"Yeh." Why in the world did he agree? He laid back.
That sharpie began pressing down, it began drawing lines.
He'd offered to draw Bakugo's tattoo. This was a surprise! He'd jumped all over him after it was done to put one on his skin in return.
It was something in the V's of his hips.
Kasaya tried to ignore that he was between his legs, on his knees on the floor, while he laid back on the bed.
After awhile, he was finding himself falling asleep. Unlike the insomnia that kept him up, he was feeling tired. Really tired.
And when Bakugo finished, and he looked up a few hours later, it was 4 in the morning, and his roommate was fast asleep with his arm over his eyes.
Bakugo smirked, closed the sharpie.
He turned the room light off, picked a few things up, the headphones, grabbed his phone to set an alarm for the both of them.
Then he softly picked Kasaya's legs up, and moved him in his bed to lay down in his comfortably, and normally, he threw a sheet over him.
He didn't wake at all. A completely dead man's sleep.
Bakugo stood up from the bed then, looking down on him.
His sleeping form was so nice.
Kasaya looked angelic.
His skin smooth, the haze from the pole lights outside alighted the sharpness of his face, body chiseled, that long hair falling all out of his bun, bangs everywhere, a mess, but an attractive mess.
A disaster.
Even if he was a disaster, as his brain was pegged, as Bakugo was beginning to get that Kasaya felt he was, the blonde still had the urge to say some words in the dark over him, whispering, knowing he was asleep:
"I..." He swallowed soft, suddenly needing water. "I care 'bout you." Bakugo licked his lips, in a lighter whisper. He couldn't say this to him when he was alert.
He thought.
Should he go on? He wasn't awake though.
Bakugo breathed in deep. Knowing. He felt like such an idiot for admitting to a sleeping person. It was like telling, but not. So stupid.
But he got it. Kasaya made him feel certain ways.
He snatched his focus it up.
He understood that vibe. Completely now.
It had taken him the whole rest of the night and early morning to think, while spending time with him doing nothing again, drawing all over each other, for it sink on him, for it to grasp him, for it to lay on him.
It was under the magnifying glass now.
"I kno'wha happened." He whispered to the sleeping form.
Bakugo didn't know what this made him.
And he wasn't screaming or yelling about it? That was not usual for him. Anything like this usually ticked him off.
He felt strange.
Did it make him... ? He didn't want a label! But to other people if they knew that striking feeling, he knew what he would be labeled.
What they'd be, would labeled, even if it wasn't anything at all.
But it was something.
Why did it have to be that way?
It wasn't that anything 'bad bad' had happened, it was just a few feelings popping up, growing up out of the ground like that bud of 'care' he had for him.
Secrets. Kasaya kept everything in secret with his bashfulness, his shyness, his silence.
He'd follow suit.
"I think..." Bakugo fummed, running a hand through his dry blonde locks. "I think I like you."
Satoko Kasaya.
Bakugo Katsuki.
The biker cut went over and sat on his bed, looking at the other in the darkness, form laid out, lean and lengthy, breathing in peace, the body that he'd just drawn all over the hips of.
This man, he tangled him.