I do not own Boku no Hero Academia.
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Katsuki is irritated. He has been generous enough to spare some of his precious time to fucking tutor and grace these morons his intelligence for the upcoming exams in the next few days and yet they still have the audacity to get distracted and not concentrate on their tasks at hand. They are trying, he can acknowledge that, albeit opinionatedly, but they have the attention span of a fucking toddler with how they go from unrelated topic to another excruciatingly unrelated topic. In particular, Dunce Face and Pinky are really getting on his nerves with their endless chatter and the squeaky thing they do that never fails to tick him off. At the very least, Shitty Hair and Tape Face are being compliant and diligent enough to not neglect his lectures.
It has already been two fucking hours since they have had an early dismissal in class and the moment they have arrived at the dorms, Katsuki has been subjected to the whiny and guilt-tripping display of pleas from this self-proclaimed Bakusquad. He just knows that he is going to have a torturous time with it, but he'll be damned if he can't drill some knowledge into their empty skulls before the end of the day.
Most of their classmates have taken this opportunity to unwind and loosen up first before the start of their hell week, probably because they have the liberty of taking it easy unlike the morons he is unfortunate enough to get stuck with, but they are all just extras anyway so the fuck he cares, really.
Except, Hitoshi has gone with the fucking Dekusquad - of all the imbeciles he can hang out with, he just gets to choose those nerds - to go out for a bit and have fun. Yeah right, like their asses know how to have fun. And perhaps, maybe, probably, it's truly the main reason why Katsuki is so irritated he can bite off the head of the person next to him, not that he'll ever admit that to anyone but himself.
Well, whatever, he is a fucking mature individual and he won't be caught distressing over this. He won't be against with who Hitoshi wants to spend his time with or what he fancies doing on his free time. His brother is his own person and he has attained his well-deserved freedom the moment Aizawa has found him, very much alike to Katsuki's own case, and he is going to leave him to his own devices. He will stop thinking about him and just get annoyed by himself while he teaches these stupid, moronic, a whole hell lot of a nerve-wracking collective idiot friends.
(He knows that he is taking it out on them, but hey, at least he calls them friends.)
Or at least, that's what he likes to convince himself. Until the devil in his mind decides to appear before them and Katsuki's brain gets flooded with the thoughts of him again.
Dunce Face is the one who sees Hitoshi first, and of fucking course, his attention gets snatched from him the instant he catches sight of the amethyst hair. "Hey Hitoshi, you're back early. Where are the others?"
Katsuki glances at him with his brows furrowed. Hitoshi is just entering the common room, heading to their direction, with his lazy smile and perpetual drowsy look and a fruitshake in one hand. He is alone, indeed, but looking as carefree as ever.
Hitoshi shrugs, Katsuki stops following him with his gaze as he comes over. "Got bored, went home with prez, he stopped by the faculty, I think."
"Oh, so did you get bored of having fun because it's just not your kind of fun or is it because they're just not your kind of people?" Pinky asks and Katsuki can hear the suggestive tone even without his hearing aids.
"Haha, it is what it is," his brother replies, sits on the couch beside Katsuki and greets him, "Kitkats."
They are seated so close they are practically shoulder to shoulder and limbs to limbs and when Katsuki slightly turns his head on him, he is met with a sleepy smile. He stares.
"Want some?" The fruitshake is offered to him in an angle that gives him easy access to sip at the straw yet Hitoshi is still the one holding it. Without a word, Katsuki leans down and takes the straw in his mouth. He sips and the taste of extremely sour and fruity taste bursts in his tongue.
"Green mango? What the fuck!?"
Hitoshi grins. "Good, right?" Then he takes a sip, himself.
"Fucking sour as hell." Yeah, it's good and refreshing, but like he has said, it's fucking sour as hell.
"Me! Me! I want to try it, too!" Dunce Face exclaims while raising his stupid fucking hand way more enthusiastically than he does in class and Katsuki's eye twitches as he puts on a glare.
He grabs Hitoshi's wrist that has the fruit shake and positions the drink back in his direction, making sure that he has Dunce Face pinned with his glare before saying, "Get your fucking own, stupid dumb discount pikachu." And then he takes another sip of the sour drink, now able to really appreciate the taste.
"How mean! It's not even yours," he counters and then from where he is sitting at the carpeted floor, he scoots over near the couch and closer to Hitoshi. "Please, Hitoshi, just a taste? Blasty's being so stingy!"
Katsuki wants to click his tongue in annoyance, but that will make his lips let the straw go so he just grunts at him.
"Sorry, Denki, my hand is tied." His brother points out the hand holding the drink and being hostaged by Katsuki's grip.
"No fair! I want a taste, too!" Dunce Face bemoans pathetically and he proceeds to pout and make supposedly cutesy faces aimed to win Hitoshi's favor that Katsuki finds abhorrent. As if he will allow that to fucking work.
He lets go of the straw and eventually, he clicks his tongue. "Will you fucking move!? And get your ugly, repulsive as hell moronic face with those disgustingly hideous expressions away!"
Pinky laughs loudly, both Tape Face and Shitty hair comments on how scalding it is and Hitoshi snorts, but Dunce Face only lets out an exaggerated gasp as he places a hand to dramatically covers his mouth and narrows his eyes on Katsuki.
"I knew it, Blasty! I knew it!" he pronounces like a lunatic that he is.
"The fuck!?"
"You don't permit me to have an accidental indirect kiss with Hitoshi." He points a finger to Hitoshi taking that moment to take a sip at the drink - even while his wrist and Katsuki's fingers are still joined - implying that they the two of them just have had an indirect kiss. "You don't want me going near him, you don't want me making cute faces to him in hopes that he will take pity on poor me. And all that because you have a huge and serious case of brother complex!"
Katsuki's eyebrows wrinkle even further as Hitoshi almost chokes on his fruitshake.
He is shocked, he is flabbergasted and he is speechless. Whatever the fuck is this person in front of him is saying? It's a waste of space to be born in this planet only to live like that.
It's fucking obvious why he is being such a stingy brat, all the Bakusquad have more or less speculated on it, but apparently, Dunce Face is proving himself as one of a kind.
"Uhh, Denks, I know you have this, you know, big girly crush with Hitoshi, which is certainly why you're in denial," Katsuki hears Pinky says to Dunce Face and he silently clenches his teeth with it. He has his suspicions before but hearing it in words is as good as verifying it and he doesn't like the infuriating feeling it causes him. "But you gotta read the mood for once, babe."
"Huh? What?" Dunce Face turns to her then back to Katsuki, and turns to look at Tape Face and Shitty Hair then back to Pinky again. "Huh?"
Tape Face suddenly sighs in defeat. He presumably takes pity on his friend and closes the notebook he is working on. "You know what, let's have a little break and go to the convenience store. Let's go get ice cream."
"Seconded! Let's go before it gets dark!" Pinky agrees. She tidies her things in a hurry and leaves them at the coffee table. And with the same speed, he tugs on Dunce Face's arm and pulls him up. "Come on, Denks, let's go look for a green mango flavored ice cream."
"Oh. Okay!" Dunce Face replies, still looking a bit confused, but he is quick to pick himself up to join Pinky with equal energy as the three of them walks out the dorm.
Which leaves only Hitoshi, whose eyes are on Katsuki, and Katsuki, whose hand is still attached to Hitoshi, on the couch.
And Shitty Hair, whose gaze is following the departing form of the three, on the carpeted floor.
"So, you're jealous?" Hitoshi gives him another one of his usual passive and lackadaisical grin, but he wags his brows once which, in his language, is an equivalent of a wink.
"What the fuck, you're shameless." He deadpans.
"What? It's just us."
Katsuki pointedly glares on Shitty Hairs direction and lets Hitoshi trail it and realize it by himself.
"Well, it's just us and our friend. Hi, Kirishima."
Kirishima starts. He looks uncomfortable sitting there all alone while his face is getting tinted with pink, by chance - embarrassed, in some way - mortified.
"Um, I'm gonna go with them after all." He closes his notebook just like Tape Face and tidies his things like Pinky. "I'll leave you two to, uh, have a brother talk, okay? Okay." And leaves without looking back.
"Now it's just us."
"Tch." Katsuki finally releases his hold on Hitoshi's wrist and turns away from him. He collects his own things and organizes them. There's no point in studying here in the common room if he's just alone anyway.
"Hey, are you really?" His brother leans back on the couch and makes himself comfortable, but his tone is inquisitive and Katsuki knows he can't simply ignore it. "Jealous, I mean."
"Like hell I am," he says nonchalantly, dishonestly.
"Hmm. I see."
He picks it up. Hitoshi fucking discerns Katsuki's tone like an expert and he gets the picture, takes it in and grasps that it's the opposite. Katsuki has fucking lied and Hitoshi is aware.
Fucking yes, he is jealous. But... "What's the fucking point, anyway?"
"Point of what?" Hitoshi faces him again, stares on his face and fixes his gaze on him as stubbornly as Katsuki refuses to meet it.
"Of admitting. This..." - relationship - "is fucking extrinsic."
"Kats, don't say that. It's natural, it's normal and it's indispensable." Yeah right, they can pretend all they want but it's all just superficial, not in a sense that it's unreal, but in a way that it's seen as foreign and unacceptable. "And to answer your question, for one, you'll feel really refreshed."
Katsuki eyes him, a brow lifting in incredulity.
"And for two, you'll make me really happy."
He relaxes his face and stares at Hitoshi with imperceptibly widened, searching eyes. The look of pure and genuine sincerity he finds in there is a bit overwhelming, but it only proves how much truth is dripping from his words. He is still somewhat reasonably reluctant, but for the sake of providing Hitoshi his so called happiness, then he'll fucking give in.
At the back of his mind, he recalls if it has been making him happy whenever Hitoshi has claimed that he becomes jealous when some other guy tries to gets close to Katsuki with clear ulterior motives. Perhaps it really has had at first, but Hitoshi has disclosed it to him more often than not that he thinks the feeling of happiness has been gradually overtaken by mild peevishness. He gets jealous easily, after all.
"Fucking fine." He sighs.
"Hmm? Fine? What's fine?"
He chances him another glance, sees the grin morphing into a full blown smile that Katsuki rarely lays his eyes on, but it's adored, and Katsuki longs to treasure it. He closes his eyes for a short moment and braces himself, not that he needs courage because he is already fucking brave and fucking gallant.
"I'll admit it so you better listen. I don't fucking like it that Dunce Face has a crush on you and wants to get closer to you. I despise it, I loathe it and I'm fucking freaking jealous as hell." He takes a deep breath. "I hate the thought of you with someone else and as trivial as a thing indirect kiss is, I fucking detest and disapprove of you doing it with anyone other than me." He ends it with an audible exhale.
"Are you fucking happy now?"
Hitoshi's face becomes unreadable for a minute. He blinks like he is deep in his thoughts and his eyes are roam around Katsuki's face, tracing and memorizing everything in there. Then, all at once, his expression changes into that gentle, affectionate, respecting look that blankets Katsuki's heart with warmth and devotion and so much sentiment. Hitoshi smiles again, widely this time.
"Very happy."
Dunce Face, or anyone else, may persist to get flirty with Hitoshi and get his attention, and Katsuki will undeniably get irritated all through out it, but if this is how it will end anyway, with him making Hitoshi happy with just a few admission, then he probably doesn't mind carrying out with whatever the fuck this is. There are no promises spoken, no commitment agreed, no claiming happened, but there's no way in hell Katsuki is doubtful that Hitoshi is loyal to him.
Besides, everyone (except apparently Denki, but he is stupid so whatever) knows that Hitoshi is fucking his.
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A/N: Please note that the term brother complex used in here refers to the same 'brother complex' or burazacon (like siscon) that Japanese people use.
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