Disaster Walking

by geraldineamoeba

In UA, everyone has a roommate, even Bakugo. As Katsuki's hate cools, he finds himself puzzled, growing fond subconsciously, even as his roommate's horrid past unveils. Kasaya is broken, ashamed, with little control over his quirk. Shattered by things he did while being controlled and mistreated, can love and justice free him, or is he forever just a Disaster Walking? Bakugo x OC

57. Chapter 57

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A knock.

"Yeh!" Bakugo hollered.

"Y'know, you had me sittin' down by the pool for forty-five minutes! It's not like I have a room here Kacchan!"

A door closed.

"Whatever!" A rough, bellowing timbre from inside the tent. "Just get in here Deku!"

Midoriya ducked his head down and started crawling in. "What the?" He squeezed in aside Hisashi, practically shoulder-to-shoulder. "It's so cramped in here!" He scooted away some colored pens, a stack of doodles, and a pillow with his sneakered foot.

"That's what I said!" The oldest Satoko responded back, sitting cross-legged. "It's a tight-squeeze."

"That's because you're too huge..." Kasaya whipped out. "You're like a fuckin' gorilla."

"Oh come' on, I'm not that big." A sip off a drink.

"You're what? 6' 2"? 6' 3"?" He used western sizing.

Midoriya looked up at the side-shaved guy, not oddly, perplexed.

It was a similar vein to what he was thinking earlier: Akin to how Toga did some things that reminded him of Bakugo, Kasaya did some things that reminded him of Americans.

Deku remembered, he'd thought on this very topic at least once before about Satoko Kasaya.

Hero Disaster shook hands to be formal, listened to grimy, gritty English trap-rap, used chopsticks, but would quickly grab up a fork if one was around. His favorite food was pepperoni pizza, and now, rather than The Metric System, he'd used feet and inches. Deku had even heard him asking Professor Aiwaza once if the Student Union Building was a certain amount of 'miles' away on-campus.

Eraserhead asked him if he could use kilometers instead; instantly, with a few blinks, the younger Satoko converted it over, and then, was able to get his answer.

It was For One's All, the quirk that the guy coined he 'just was' now, transcribing it over inside him no doubt.

Fast as lightning.

How much information did the long haired teen really have stored up there, in that noggin?

How many things encompassed what For One's All could actually do?

Hero Deku really wanted to know; beyond curious!

He couldn't help himself, he just wanted to write it all down in his Hero Analysis notebooks.

Hisashi, who'd been silent, put on a stupid pout. "The first." It took him a minute; not asking for a conversion, rather, he'd guess-ti-mated.

Deku also wondered, it was like Kasaya had lived in The United States for a few years?

He hadn't asked, didn't want to pry, but it was tempting.

The two brothers bantered.

"See?" Kasaya commented. "You're like the Eiffel Tower compared t'us."

"I'd say, I'm more like The Pyramid of Giza... but think whatever you want." A snicker from the elder. He was using that landmark to refer to his stature, built heavy and strong, shoulders wide.

"What's the difference?"

"There is a difference Saya..." He took another gulp. "The difference is in structure and elegance." He wiped some invisible dust off his shoulder, a blow there, mocking being vain, pretending he was some 'hot shit'.

"Elegance? You're sayin' that a pyramid is more elegant? It's literally made out of blocks, jus' like your fuckin' head." More sarcasm, insults.

Bakugo sputtered and lost it. "Haha! Fuckin' blockhead!"

Midoriya rolled his eyes.

Oh my god, these people, what a 'rough n' tough', ornery group, especially Kacchan, but wait a second, what were they doing? "Are you guys drinking?" He bubbled out shyly.

"Well, yeh." Bakugo quipped. "It's Saturday."

"Do you guys do this every weekend, 'er what?" He poked two fingers together, instantly feeling out-of-place.

"Nah, not all the time." Kasaya spoke calm back to him. To the troupe: "Y'know, I do want a smoke though."

"Is there an outside patio here?" The grungy-dressed one asked, tightening a flannel sleeve around his waist. He hadn't been here much, only once before, so he didn't know the facilities well, unlike the others. "I gotta pick out my room sometime tonight too, can't forget."

'Facilities', a military term.

Some of the jargon probably wouldn't escape him for awhile. It didn't bug him though, just like how his little brother's American habits didn't bother him anymore either.

But... nor did they seem to bother Kasaya?

These things used to get under Saya's skin, piss him off, depress him, however it seemed that the side-shaved Satoko had finally made peace.

Things they both once thought of as leftovers, sad reminders of a leech, a blood sucking vermin, long pulled from Kasaya's pale skin, no longer did they pay much heed.

So, following in his brother's lead, as Kasaya had asked him to, in his younger's footsteps, Satoko Hisashi breathed slowly, remaining as calm as he could.

Those military terms were a part of his current personality, just like the sprinkle of American habits Kasaya still possessed from the Connellys.

As long as the airmen knew he was getting out of the military, able to get some help, and able to completely, in full-heart, follow his brothers who all sat with him inside this tent, he knew he could come to terms with his current self.

He could be okay, not being okay.

For the first time ever in his entire life, he admitted it as he came to recognize it.

His own mess.

He'd moaned and bawled it out to them, so wholly upset and uncloaked.

His innards spilled, churned, flesh and entire self cut open for them to see.

He laid down the uniform, the duty, took those medals off his chest and abandoned the smile.

He opened his mouth and let it pour.

So, yes.

He could be okay being what he'd allowed himself to become, these stupid military terms ingrained in his brain wouldn't phase him.

With one small swallow of cocktail to manage, he tuned back to listen to his kin.

"Yeh, it's out that way." Kasaya motioned with a head tilt. "It's cold out though, right?"

"Chilly. I caught some of it when I let Hi... Hisashi in earlier." The emerald-headed one said nervously, cautiously, still testing the waters using his first name, pointing at the biggest man in there with a thumb.

"Yeh, that's my name, use it as you like Baby Face." A slit-eyed smirk.

"What?" Deku upturned a lip. "What's with this 'baby face' crap?"

Bakugo began laughing like a child, practically gurgling. "It's... It's 'cuz..." He could barely breathe. "Your face!"

"What?! What about my face Kacchan?!" He balled a fist and shook it at him in retaliation, that fizzled him right up!

"Your face looks like a kid's!"

"Wha? What?!" Deku sneered. Kacchan easily got him so riled, just like what Toga liked to do to Bakugo. "You think I can help that? What am I supposed to do? Punch myself in the head until I look like an adult?! Get some scars there too? No thanks!"

"So, you admit it?" Hisashi joked, poking the freckled guy right in the side, straight into the ribs.

"Ugh, stop!" He jerked, as the elder had hit a ticklish spot, batting his hand away. "What'd I even come in here for, eh? To get made fun of?!"

Bakugo kept on firing out a rant of bellowing, choking laughs, seemingly endless.

Kasaya was smiling over the rim of his cup, watching.

"God, I'm gettin' out, an' goin' back." Midoriya got up on his knees. He meant back to the dorms.

A lunge for his ankle. "Hey!" A quick rumble.

But the other, moving his body too fast, caused the blonde's hand to slip off.

If he left, they wouldn't get out what they needed to him tonight!

"Welp, looks like we're leavin'!" In that second Hisashi Satoko stood straight up, the makeshift fort's roof fabric stretching out over his head. Chairs that made the walls scooted and screeched from the sudden tautness of fabric.

Kasaya started laughing from inside. "You're... too tall!"

Bakugo, who'd been after Deku, turned around from the sudden shrill sounds, putting a finger in his ear canal to swirl, the chair's feet were like nails on a chalkboard.

Izuku stopped, spurted a giggle; an uneven grin. He really had been ready to leave. Being called a 'Baby Face' had pissed him off, but with that random comical move Hisashi pulled just now, he halted dead in his tracks.

It was too funny to ignore!

"You look like..." Laughs. "An ugly ghost!" Bakugo mouthed off, taking a huge gulp of alcohol, his one eardrum only had hurt for a split second.

The head turned under a tight blanket, just the silhouette of a face, shallow where the eyes and mouth were, a little hill for the nose. "You take that back!" The phantom uttered and pointed. "I'm fashionable." A random quip.

"Looks like you're goin' back to farm." Deku blurted. "That paisley print all over your head is tacky. An'you call me a Baby Face?" A spout. "I'm gunna start callin' you Grandpa."

The phantom spurted back quick. "What?! Jus' cuz I'm oldest?"

"Time t'go feed the chickens old man." Midoriya said it as shitty as he possibly could. Yes, he was still kind of ticked off.

Bakugo lost it. He died laughing so hard, he had to set his cup down.

He didn't know Deku had it in him!

This was new!

That patchwork blanket was no doubt a spare from somewhere inside the bunker; bedding owned by Suki and Saya were plain, both beds in there draped with solid, dark colors.

"Git'me outta here!" The older Satoko hollered at his younger brother, fighting the sheets now.

"Hold still you idiot!"

Deku sassy for once, looked away, a hand on a hip.

He observed a large stereo and camo duffel aside the left bed; that one must be Disaster's.

Hero Apollo liked that observation, that quick snap from his pal: 'Go feed the chickens'. He crunching Midoriya's neck into the crook of his elbow and shook him, out of breath, coughing laughs.

Speaking of, Kugo realized he needed to check in on Grandma Aiko, his only blood family.

Her condition wasn't good, and wasn't getting any better.

"Uh, god! What's with you guys?" Hero Deku whined. "Constantly fighting or beatin' the crap out of each other!" He started pushing Kacchan to try to get him off of him. Sometimes this didn't bother him, sometimes it did. It was highly dependent on how rough it was.

Kasaya crawled out then, liquor and juice in tow. "Hisashi! God damn it! Hang on!" The oldest was still struggling to get tent off the top of himself.

"Oh, this a problem?" Hisashi struck a stupid pose, putting hands on his hips, elbows became like wings. "Or is this?" He did another one with his finger pointing in the air, like a rock star; more screeches.

Bakugo growled swirling his ear again.

Deku snorted, a chuckle; the first one looked like All Might, and the second was eerily similar to Present Mic. He did look at Kacchan with a bit of concern though, he obviously didn't have his noise-deafening earplugs in.

"Can y'stop with those chairs, it's hurtin' my ears." Bakugo said, not mean but definitely annoyed.

"Yeh, so stop movin'! Why do y'have t'make everything so much more difficult!" The younger Satoko bantered, ripping the final bedspread away, as if he'd been trying to whip it clean off of a table. "I'm jus' glad nobody spilled anything!" Kasaya went on. "I mean you!" He pointed at Sashi. "Goin' off an' doin' whatever you want, jus' like when you left Suki and I alone at that table!"

"Oh come' on." Hisashi snickered. "I gotta good heart." A thumb to the chest. He downed the rest of his cocktail, a satisfied 'mm'. "Look at you guy's now." He meant that they were 'together'. "I gotta take a'little credit." A big, wide smile. He'd said it in the most shallow way possible, on purpose, not to give-away anything. He wouldn't break his 'code' that he'd formed with them.

Kasaya shook his head at the idiot; a sigh. His eyes popped open for a second, recalling something important. Instantly he smoothed over to his duffel, unzipping, ruffling, stuffing, rummaging.

"Y'clothes will get'wrinkled if y'do that." Bakugo mumbled.

Midoriya rolled his eyes, of course he'd make some comment!

"Yeh, what? Y'gunna be my maid an' redo them f'me Suki?" Satoko jested back, not looking at him, fully invested in a scavenger hunt.

Katsuki knew his man would probably let him re-fold them sometime later; his slight OCD would take over if he didn't.

The earlier bit from the military student went over Midoriya's head completely of course, thinking the guy must of meant he'd helped the two become friends.

For he remembered that video Iida had sent to Ibara's phone so many months ago now of the airmen, soon to be ex-airmen, helping Bakugo haul Kasaya in the back door, through the taped-off construction zone, most likely drunk off his ass; so, he assumed that was probably true.

He'd most likely assisted them becoming friends. It wasn't a bad match-up, in fact they got-on swimmingly.

Perhaps, the eldest Satoko, at times, could be quite insightful.

'Suki' though?

What was that?

A nickname?

Midoriya didn't think he'd ever heard that before.

It felt endearing.

The freckled one raised an eyebrow only slightly, not enough for anyone to notice.

He wasn't suspicious, but pondered along the lines that these three really were on such good terms that it was down to nicknames.

For he'd also heard Kacchan call Kasaya 'Saya'.

He'd heard Kasaya call Hisashi 'Sashi', and Hisashi call Kasaya 'Saya', but all in all, they were brothers by blood, family, so that made sense, right?

But, Hisashi had even told him he could call him by nickname if he wanted.

Hero Deku was given a choice for a preference.

So, Midoriya knew he was getting the opportunity handed to him to be as close with them as he wanted, but unlike Kasaya, he'd never call the blonde 'Suki'.

The hellion who was currently hanging off him like an athlete after a game, had always and only been 'Kacchan' to him, ever since they were kids, or rarely, his family name: Bakugo.

But to hear another person (other than himself) call the blonde by a nickname other than him?

It struck an odd chord, and he didn't know why.

He wasn't jealous or angry, it just felt out-of-place for some reason.

Bakugo so rarely gave people the clearance to call him something like that. In Hero Class, if anyone even attempted to call him by his first name, he'd rampage about it, chew 'em out good; he still grimaced and got growly sometimes when Himiko let out a 'Brother Bear' tagline too.

"Here." Hero Disaster handed Hisashi something maroon.

A pleased expression formed across the biggest man's face. "Thanks Saya. Thanks f'keepin' it."

"How could I not?" He said, a wee smile on handsome features, the lips were lop-sided, eyes shiny. "It was a piece of'you, the old you... the only thing I had." A shrug.

"That ratty thing?" Bakugo grumbled. He remembered. That was the old, worn-out shirt that Kasaya had attempted to dry himself off with the night the pipe broke above their dorm room and flooded.

How he'd so quickly thrown one of his soft towels right at him in the dark, without really thinking twice. His hand just tossed, and by the time he'd thrown it, it'd been too late; Kasaya had already caught it and was starting to use it.

Katsuki thought deep.

How fast, but how easy, wordlessly, he'd been developing feelings for him. It was once all a game; that was just a fucking excuse.

His insides swirled the. Butterflies tickled upwards and around, flitting and rushing his inner paths; fingers trembled, spine quivered.

Remembering moments of their recent past; the roads they'd walked, thinking of the ones to come.

No matter how bad, he'd walk 'em with him.

At an intersection, months ago, they'd collided.

In darkness of night, both of them appeared where trails merged.

Here, under a secret canopy, the entire world bleak around them, rose eyes of a steaming, volcanic eruption met a melancholy storm at sea over a flashlight, water splashing across their toes from a broken pipe.

Bakugo could for sure say, that was the first time he'd ever truly 'saw' those eyes.

Raging lava spewed, spit so far it had reached the ocean, but instead of a bright, sunny day, he was met with a rumbling scene, overcast, thunder grumbling, waves tossing, endless rain poured, the gales of wind unmanagable.

Two forces.

One seething, one submissively beaten.

One angry, loud, and banging, the other silent, losing a grip on life.

In crystal eyes, like cloudy diamonds over the flashlight's beam, something more in them stirred, something dark, voluminous, and violent.

A hidden pain under a fog.

A hidden monster, latent, in wait.

Disaster, once a separate being, watching for the right moment.

That is for sure what Bakugo knew he saw in those orbs now: A quiet screaming, under beautiful grey stained glass. An entity looming; a great phantasm inside, wiggling, waking, ready to be let out.

But how so equally, under Katsuki's own harvest moons did a creature exist, one filled with rage, terror; the addiction's last grasps.

How it consumed and refuted the unspoken, quaking grief present there too.

How it had calloused him, and continued to make him a callous man.

But, somehow, they both turned, bodies aching, spirits unquenched and busted, cast gaze towards a combined trail and decided: 'This is it.'

By choosing to walk it together instead of alone, they unraveled themselves of their past pains as two. Holding up a yoke unbearably heavy; they chose to share.

Burdens became one.

Bakugo blinked, swallowed, trying to contain his flying chest, his fiddling tongue; so quickly he could kick everyone out of that room, lips wetted.

Good thing nobody noticed, because all of hairs on his body stood straight, so much he could feel roots. Goosebumps rushed over his arms like a flash of fire; a chill, then a heat.

His mind often travelled to these places, wandered to these romantic, and (without a better word) erotic places now.

Katsuki's former self from half a year ago would be disgusted, but now?

Entranced.

Fully raptured.

He'd matured, in ways he never thought he could; and very fast.

So... Bakugo simply could not help himself enough.

He wanted, and wanted.

And he knew now, he could have what his dragon eye's yearned.

Casually as Kasaya pulled off his grey sweats down to black athletic shorts, whipping his shirt off to reveal piercings, an obvious sweat to the skin...

Who watched?

As every muscle moved sleekly...

Who stared?

Bakugo Katsuki did.

Sexy.

So much that Kugo had to yank his sight away multiple times, but they kept getting drawn back.

The scene, a total tease.

He settled his red eyes on the eldest just as he finally shook out the shirt Kasaya had given him, happiness written everywhere.

Here it was.

His old maroon plaid, the one he'd worn pretty often for most of his middle school days. He threw it over his shoulders, one arm going into one sleeve, then the other. "It still fits!" He turned his waist a bit, side to side looking at himself in it from his tall stature; almost girlishly he squeaked that out, obvious excitement.

"Y'gunna wear two plaids? Really?" Kasaya zipped his bag up. "That's a little much."

"Is it?" Hisashi remarked. "Oh, well."

"So, outside?" Kasaya called upon them all, changing the subject back to the original, he was done doing what he had to do.

"Sure, why not?" Izuku said plain, grabbing his coat that he'd left in there on a side table.

The airmen looked at Hero Deku crunching his eyes in, swallowing the last of his drink, giving the cup to Kasaya.

"Chickens." Deku whispered. He saw the stink eye the airman was giving him.

"What was that?" Hisashi put a hand over an ear, whipping on his own outwear.

"Feed the chickens." He mouthed off.

Hisashi lunged for a grab, but Deku jumped backwards easy.

Some hoots from Hero Apollo.

"Fuck you!" The airman shouted as he missed.

The green headed guy turned on heel and took off running down the hall. "GRANDPA!"

"GRANDPA my ass! Call me that one more time!" Sashi hollered in a loud, carrying, Staff Sargeant voice. He took off sprinting after Hero Deku.

A small, genuine expression on both their faces.

A door slammed open.

"Guys, shut up!" Himiko yelled down the hall as the two ran past. "I'm studying! I'm can hear you over my music!"

"Sorry, Toga." Saya said as he smoothed by, bottles, juice, and Suki in tow.

Bakugo was always the one known to lag behind the rest.

"Brother Bear... who was that anyway?" She quipped out pointing as he approached, lumbering by in that normal slack posture he always possessed.

"God! Shut up!" He barked. "I'm not your brother! Fuck!"

She looked devilish; a sharp grin.

"It was Hisashi and Midoriya." Satoko stopped to wait.

Himiko blew a bubble and the green gum popped. "Great, more idiocy." An eye roll and a head tilt.

"Whatever! You don't hate it girl." Bakugo snipped, zipping his coat in stride.

"Perhaps..." Himiko blubbed. "Brother Bear."

Kugo growled at her, bearing teeth like a wild grizzly; a booming step towards her door.

She slammed it in his face with a blushy, kooky cackle.

"Arrrggghh!" He crunched his fingers in, vein flaring on his head.

Surely he would of let out a small explosion or some smoke, but he didn't.

He didn't at all.

Kasaya smiled, shooting some air out of his nose.

That girl and his man, they indeed did like each other. He could tell so easily.

---

Soon the small gathering was relaxing at a patio table, all four bundled up in coats.

Saya had on his signature, long, felt trench; Kugo in his bomber. Hisashi dawned his uniform's camo jacket (and two flannels), as that was all he had on him, and Hero Deku a black puffer.

Drinks were mixed again; Sashi the sweaty bartender of the eve, after doing some running. He'd do it tonight, gladly, seeing as a great event occurred, the eventual union of the two people he loved the most in his entire life.

He could say for sure, that he's loved Kasaya, for a long time, and always. But now, he knew, he knew so deep, he loved Bakugo too. Hisashi loved them more than anyone else, more than his pals on-base, more than he could ever love their father.

And that made him question, did he even love father himself?

He'd held onto that so-called 'love' that he'd had, so hard, so long, doing everything he'd wanted him to do.

But now, with how he'd given up all those feelings for Kasaya, for Bakugo, for himself and the other Pro Heroes, to find his true and rightful place, to find himself again for who he really was, it was apparent, father really would disagree.

'You need to earn money.' The decorated Navyman would say. 'You need to elevate yourself.' 'You stay where you're at.'

You need to do this.

You need to do that.

It was a hard pill to swallow.

Hisashi finally accepted that their father was not who he'd immortalized him as. He did not have his best interests in mind. He did not have Kasaya's best interests in mind. The bastard really, only cared for himself, selfish. Cared more about the family name, stature, and appearance.

If he couldn't have two golden children, by God, he'd have at least one.

And by doing so, trying to push perfection on his eldest boy too hard, and winning at it, Hisashi finally snapped, understood it for what it really was, abandoning all the 'love' he had for him, if you could even call it that, and turned his back.

He'd shunned him.

It was over.

His father's wants were drastically and quickly cut, like a sharp knife cleanly snapping a red string of fate.

Because him being in the military wasn't his future, his destiny, it was a complete fabricated lie, an illusion that had been facilitated by someone else.

That thread wasn't real.

It never had been.

And now it blew shapelessly in the wind, like an abandoned, popped balloon stuck in a barbed wire fence, it's ribbon mangled, once a wonderful souvenir from a local fair.

Now it was trash, due to be picked up by a roadside garbage collector and stuffed in a bag.

It granted Hisashi the freedom to grab onto this new string that had appeared right before him, that really had been there all along, invisible.

He smiled. "Here. T'warm you up." He tried to give one to Deku.

"Oh, I don't drink." He put up a hand, a 'no thank you' motion.

"My bad, I should of asked first." Hisashi said sheepishly, a rub on the back of the neck.

"It's alright."

The eldest Satoko brother sat it down near, just in case. "Why so stuffy? Not over bein' called Baby Face yet?" Hisashi plunked right down next to Hero Deku on an adjacent patio chair, a smirk.

"Ugh." Midoriya grumbled out. "It's an insecurity of mine." He had to be honest about it.

"Really?" Kasaya piped up lighting a cigarette, snapping his zippo closed, handing the pack to Bakugo. After a long inhale and exhale he spoke. "You're gunna stay lookin' young longer." A small breeze blew through his silken hair. "If it's an insecurity though, you should try to work through it."

Bakugo's eyes focused on that sheen, a shine that swam across navy locks, entranced for a few seconds. It was like the moon's reflection over deep water.

"I know, others have told me that too." Deku mumbled out, eyes looking across UA's main campus that was pretty far off from where the bunker was. He brought his fingertips to rub both of his cheeks, swirled them around in circles, then he smacked both of them lightly, hands falling to the lap. "But, I kinda can't get over it. I'm an adult already, I should look like one." He couldn't disagree, Kasaya, as he was beginning to realize, really was able to cut right though the bullshit with the things he said.

No sugary coating.

Sometimes, Hero Deku needed that straight-forwardness.

Saya was right, insecurities usually were something you always had to work out yourself, no matter what they were.

"If I knew it was an issue f'you, I wouldn't of joked around like that."

Midoriya gawked at the eighteen year old in the military jacket.

"I'm sorry... wait, what d'you want me t'call you?"

"Oh." He thought, pondered. He was on a first name basis with him so... "Midoriya is fine."

"Okay." Hisashi smiled. "I'm sorry Midoriya."

Deku instantly smiled right back.

That felt really great!

'Baby Face' had honestly stirred him up a bit, so it was good to get an apology. Obviously, the elder knew when a seemingly harmless joke really did get under someone's skin, and knew when he was in the wrong and needed to make amends.

"I didn't know that bothered you." Bakugo let out after a billow of smoke, tapping his own cigarette on an ashtray.

"Yeh, it's not like we've talked much, not for years before, so how would you know?"

Bakugo grunted. "Well." It came out roughly, but meant sincerely. "If there's anything I do that bothers you, tell me."

That was forward! Deku was floored! Who was this new Kacchan?! "I... I will." He bubbled out. "I mean, really?"

"Yeh, really." Katsuki sat back, relaxing. He smirked at him, taking another puff. "If any of us do, jus' say somethin'."

A nod from the Satokos; smiles.

Midoriya felt warmth inside. He liked this version of Bakugo.

He also really liked the Satokos!

Both Satoko men were really, very good people born of good blood; a lineage of Date Masamune, Saya had mentioned.

"We also jus' rough each other up, because that's what we do, we don't do it in mean spirit." Kasaya shrugged out. "If that ever bothers you too, we'll give you your space."

"Yeh, we jus' care 'bout each other." Hisashi remarked, which earned a sarcastic 'oh please' swirl of the eyes from his younger kin.

"Care about each other, you're such a sap." Saya quipped back. It wasn't a rough statement.

"Eh, I'm just not used to it." Deku popped out. "Nobody else acts like you guys do, my other friends just keep their hands to themselves."

"You and Bakugo old friends then?" Hisashi changed the subject, grabbing for the pack on the table, lighter too. He didn't smoke much, but he was feeling it himself now. It was a time to be joyous and in good spirits.

Anytime he could get where he could feel this way, he would take it!

The future might hold some bad stuff, so if there were some moments of glee, peacefulness, anything good mixed in, he'd experience them to the fullest as much as he could. Plus, he thought Kasaya had mentioned something about them being ex-childhood friends once, but they seemed like they got along now?

"Yea, but we went through a rough patch." Deku said slowly, looking at the blonde, he wanted to confirm the other agreed.

"Too long of one." Bakugo ushered with ease, blowing out some smoke, the stream hazy like a slow vapor; he put an arm around the top of Kasaya's patio chair, letting a hand hang down the other side.

Midoriya smirked, glad.

Saya adjusted, lounging back, letting Suki's forearm touch his shoulder blades, as it was only lazily draped.

It felt warm to relax back into his fiancé's strength. A sense of protection he felt, not that he needed protected, but he knew Bakugo would be right there by him, if he asked him to be.

Suki would mercilessly claw his way through anything if he was in trouble.

That pallid dragon would appear snakishly, and destroy all things tangible and untangible that blocked the pathway to his side. A barbecue would be made of the entire world, and any mental issues would burn away.

Katsuki wouldn't let any of it phase him, stop him.

A total warpath.

Bakugo was so loyal, to a complete fault.

Loyal to him, loyal to his brother, probably loyal to Midoriya now too.

And Bakugo took his loyalty seriously.

He was serious in all the right things.

It moved Kasaya in his seat.

How entirely real and straight Bakugo Katsuki was about him, their relationship, and about how he lived his life, but now with renewed purpose, that of a true hero.

It made the long-haired one shiver.

Katsuki lived bold.

Kasaya knew, he could never let him go.

Never again would he postpone or try to cancel their possible future, even if only a small chance existed that everything turned out good, after all was said and done, he wanted to go for it. He wanted to make a run for their marriage.

He looked to the side of Bakugo's face in awe.

That ashen hair, long eyelashes, eyes rich; not a single freckle or mark on the complexion, lips full.

Unique and powerful.

Yes, he'd stay in his shell for him.

Hell, yes.

He licked his lips.

He'd stay in this shell as much as he could, just for him.

Only for him.

So he could touch, and be touched.

Lids crunched in. "What's that?" Deku moved his chin slightly, in a point, gawking at Kacchan, emerald irises, like precious gemstones, quick into the firey one's.

Bakugo shifted some in his canvas chair, and when he did, his orbs took on a 'glow', produced from softly lit outdoor lamps, a bit like a nocturnal animal. The circular parts were just that saturated with color, that any low light refracting made them glimmer, shimmer. "A ring?" He stated the obvious.

The younger Satoko took up his cup then, that statement distracting him away from his own thoughts. He sipped four hasty gulps, putting some bangs in front of his face, they tickled his nose.

Here it comes.

He was trying to contain being anxious, instantly shy, a bit overwhelmed.

This had to be done.

Deku would find out soon enough anyway.

"Oh? When'd you get that?" Midoriya thought he'd known of all his apparel and jewelry. Also, coy it was that Kasaya was wearing the other's necklace; he'd just realized it.

Why would Bakugo give such a precious thing like that away? That had been his father's from what he remembered.

"I got it... five days ago?" He looked at Saya to make sure he was right with the timeline.

A nod back, cigarette tapping on the tray.

"I'm jus' wearin' it for the first time today."

Hisashi was completely silent. This wasn't his stuff to reveal; as he'd told them, he'd keep his mouth shut until they said something. He was sticking to his promise, 'stickin' to his guns' as they said on-base.

"Is it black?" Midoriya leaned in a little closer from across the table. "I kind of can't tell since it's so dark out here."

"Yeh, it is."

"What metal is black?" Deku put a knuckle to his lip in thought, something he always did, completely missing the point of the conversation, where it was heading.

"I don't know." He peered casual at the one with the side-shave who sat at that table aside him again, leaning into his arm. "What type of metal is it? I haven't asked yet." Bakugo spread out the fingers on his left hand, turning his head some to look across Saya's form at it, casting a fluttery gaze upon the circular band; a piece he now valued more than any other.

"It's platinum." Kasaya bit the rim of his cup. "It's colored by a chemical process."

"Ah, jus'remembered..." Kugo went on. "I'll have t'take it off for the field, otherwise my quirk will heat it and I'll get a third degree burn." He put the half-smoked tube down into a curve of the ashtray. "That okay?"

"Well yeh, don't get injured 'cuz of it."

A smirk from Hisashi.

Deku zipped up his puffer a bit more, then gawked at Bakugo again, eyes narrowing. "Why does his opinion..." It dropped off.

"Why, you say?" Voice soft.

The youngest Satoko, quiet, pink cheeked.

"Somethin's weird." Midoriya blurted. "What's goin' on?" He was instantly on the edge of his seat, mouth slightly agape, confused. He felt shifty inside.

"I'm gettin' married."

"WHAT?!" Deku shot up like a rocket, palms slamming on the table, shaking it a little. The chair behind him almost fell over backwards had it not been for the older Satoko catching it before it toppled. "What... what d'you.. what d'you mean Kacchan?!"

"Exactly what I said." He calmly took his cigarette, pursing it; a suck, a blow, chest in deep, out deep.

"I don't... I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" He slammed his hands again.

Hisashi gritted his teeth, jaw moving sideways, peering at the wine-orbed one.

Bakugo shot him a glance to stay seated, to stay calm.

The eldest was hell bent on holding up to his end of the bargain, he would beat the shit out of someone if they spoke bad of them, if someone started causing them an issue, but only if they'd let him, and Bakugo had ushered a wordless 'no', so he shifted back, arm's crossing, a huff.

"Why not?" Katsuki said calmly, not getting fizzled, not yet.

"Wh... what?" A blurt. "What do you mean why not?! Is this some kind of stupid joke Kacchan!?" Exaggerated hand movements shot all over the place. "You told me t'tell you if somethin' bothered me! THIS BOTHERS ME!" A fist shake.

Hisashi formed another gritty expression.

"What bothers you?" Kasaya asked, finding voice.

"The fact that he's fuckin' jokin' about somethin' so serious!" Another bang on the table, a double, flat-palmed one. He leaned in closer to Bakugo. "You're being stupid pullin' such a childish prank out of your pocket!" A point.

"So, Suki marrying is fine?" Kasaya said with as much chill as he could muster. He needed to confirm it wasn't that Deku was against the marriage, which would be against them, but that his current attitude was because he simply took it wrong.

"What?!" Deku was bent. "I mean!" He huffed, a grovel. "I figured I'd be married first! But... I mean, seriously?! Why such a bad joke?!"

Hisashi couldn't help it, even though he was grumbly right now, he smirked.

So, he wasn't the only one that had had that thought.

Kasaya beat him to the punch!

The older Satoko didn't even have a girlfriend, he'd had no time to even think about trying.

Speaking of, what the hell would they do once he exited the military?

Where would the money come from?

Certainly not from father.

They probably both would need jobs, if they could with this Pro Hero investigation, if they could with their schooling, their future.

He had faith they'd figure it out.

He only had support for himself and Kasaya for a few more months, until graduation from the academy. Some money was saved, not a lot, but it was something at least.

Hearing another grumble from Midoriya, Sashi concentrated back to what was going on in front of him.

That quip from Deku made Kasaya content. "Alright." He sat back again. A shallow smile on smoky lips under whispy, long bangs. So, Midoriya was just taking this in a complete wrong direction, he knew then, this could get sorted out.

"Wait." Bakugo looked up. "You, married first?" A slightly perturbed look. "Who the fuck you got t'marry, hah?" He butted his cigarette out.

"What... I mean... I mean, uh, nobody!" Deku pushed off the table. "This isn't about me!"

"Deku!" Bakugo growled back now. "The fuck you sayin'? Hah? You mumbly bastard!" He took the last swallow of his drink, slamming the plastic cup onto the table, chair scooting back to stand.

A screech.

He recognized instantly something was off with his green haired company.

Kasaya moved a little so Suki could get up. Perhaps this wasn't just about Midoriya taking the conversation wrong, perhaps there was something else going on too, that was alighting all sorts of explosive emotions in Deku. He remained quiet so that he could listen intently, eyes scanning all over Izuku's heated form.

"Who?" Bakugo's eyebrows furrowed.

"Who? WHO!? Why are you askin' the questions now? Nobody! Stop jokin'! You sit here and say this dumb shit like you... you mean it!" Foulness spewed out.

"I'm not lyin'! You're the one lying!" Katsuki bit back so hard. "I know those stupid mumbles! I've known them all my life! You think I don't know when you're not tellin' the truth!" He slammed his hands on the table in return, mouth quivering like an angry jackal.

"I'm... I'm... I am tellin'... You're the one whose being an idiot!"

"Oh? So, I'm an idiot for livin' my life how I want, hah? Hah!? Is that it?"

"NO KACCHAN! I don't care! I don't care if you get married! But you're not! You're jus' sayin' stupid shit! You're not even eighteen yet! What are you doin' goin' off like that?!" A fist formed and shook again.

Hisashi's chair bottom screeched a little; uneasy.

Bakugo gave him another look.

Hisashi frowned and crossed his arms, eyes narrow. Fine, if the childhood friends want to work this out between them, then he wouldn't get involved.

"Who you datin' anyway?! Nobody in the world would date you!" Deku growled out.

Hisashi's eyes opened huge, both his eyebrows practically raised off his face like two beams being lifted by a crane. Midoriya, for as profoundly adept as he'd pegged him, hadn't caught on to Bakugo and Kasaya's tiny back-and-forth right before this at all.

Not even a little.

Kasaya half choked a laugh at that too, but also at what Midoriya had said: 'Nobody in the world would date you!' He spit some of his cocktail out of his mouth, covering it with a hand.

He had to admit that might actually be true!

Nobody except him anyway!

"Not until y'tell me what's goin' on!" Bakugo yelled.

"You tell me what's goin' on! I'm not the one deflecting!"

It was a standoff.

"You are deflecting, you little shit! I know with your sputters, you're hidin' somethin'!"

Deku grabbed onto Bakugo's bomber jacket collar and shook him. "YOU ARE! STOP LYIN' TO ME!"

Hisashi shot up a downright menacing glare at that physical contact, but still remained cemented.

Kasaya stopped chuckling, and jerked his head up too, he didn't want this to turn into an absolute shit-show. He'd seen Bakugo get into it was Professor Aiwaza, that was about something else entirely, before Bakugo had a firm grasp on his own issues, but still, he knew Suki could brawl.

If shoved enough into a corner, and it being about certain touchy topics, Kugo could still blow a lid. Not in a complete chaos fight, springing from nowhere as it used to be, but a triggered one because he'd been pushed too far.

Would this showdown be a spark that ignites the fuse?

He pinched onto Katsuki's black skinny jeans by the knee, shaking with two fingers. He didn't want to have to freeze them, use his power if it started going too far south!

Suki looked down with peripherals, acknowledged, then back at Midoriya to grab those scarred hands that were tight on his collar, trying to wrestle them off. "Le'go! Jus' let go." He barked.

"As if I haven't heard that phrase before!" Deku was too fizzled, yelling, that riled him even more. It was that classic Bakugo phrase that did it for him. "I'M NOT!" He got close, almost nose to nose. "I'M NOT UNTIL..." He shook him. "UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHY! Why the stupid fuckin' joke?! Do you understand how serious marriage is? Do you Kacchan? DO YOU?!"

"HAH?! I do know! You think I take somethin' like that lightly? What do you take me as, a dimwit?! Why are you so fuckin' worked up!?" Kugo bit back instantly, jostling Izuku half to death in return.

Deku lost it. "My partner doesn't joke about shit like that! Unlike you! That's what pisses me off!" A full-mouthed, open scream.

Bakugo's eyes got big. He froze. Lip fell ajar.

Deku belligerently fumed on. "It's not somethin' to kid around about! Gettin' married, feh!" He almost could spit. "You? Yeh, okay Kacchan! You gettin' married! Haha, funny funny. FUNNY! I'm so done!This pisses me off! I don't like it when you joke about shit that's so serious! You act like it's a real thing! You're actin' like it's... it's... it's..."

He shut up.

Bakugo and Midoriya just stared at each other, eyes huge.

Silence.

Deku's grip loosened just a little, the wild look in his eyes quickly faded and turned into something unreadable; a swallow.

"It is real." Katsuki pushed his hands loose rashly, tossing them.

The feckled one's palms fell to his sides limp, like pudding.

"Who you comparin' me to, hah?" Bakugo snorted.

No answer.

"Hah?" A bit angrier.

"Uh... Nobody." A feeble mumble.

"You think nobody'd date me? Really?" He growled and flopped back down into his seat.

Hisashi let out a sigh, lighting another cigarette, taking the hugest puff he'd ever taken off of one.

God damn this was a fucking tv drama right now!

"Unnnnhn." Deku only made a weird sound, and practically fell back into his seat, knowing full well what he'd just heard himself say in his heat of argument. He looked as if someone needed to bury him.

"That's mean Deku." Bakugo said.

"As if you... you've not been mean... all those years."

Katsuki sighed, and lit another one too, taking a long puff, sighing heavily afterwards. He put his elbows up on the table, wrists to his eyes. He spoke. "I know. I told y'why I did all the yellin' I used t'do, an' I thought we made up, but y'still resent me." He took another long puff. "I can't tell you not to."

Midoriya moved his mouth only a little.

"If you resent me, it's fine." He went on. "I get it." A sniff, a heavy swallow of Screwdriver. "I jus' want t'be friends... t'stay friends and, and..."

Deku scanned, then eyes fell again.

Bakugo had said 'friends'.

Deku's lip quivered, he could feel a tear forming in his eye.

That word, 'friend', it felt sincere.

"I wanted you t'be my Best Man... at the wedding." Bakugo ran his hands over his face, then looked him dead in the eyes. "I'm gettin' married Midoriya."

Deku's jaw unhinged, wiping the quick liquid that had fallen over his cheeks.

That was a big privilege!

And it had made him cry a little.

"I am." Katsuki took in a large intake of air. "I wanted t'be the one t'take the lead on tellin' you."

Only the sounds of birds ruffling around in their roosts in the night.

"So... who was it you were comparin' me to?" Bakugo took in a quick, hasty suck, blew it out rough. "That... that hurt you fuckwad. I know what bein' married means."

Midoriya clenched his jaw shut, wetted his lips and looked away, a sigh, another wipe. "You gettin' hurt by somethin'..." A mumble. "Not used t'that either."

"I've always been hurtin', jus' never admitted it, until... until recently. Y'know that now."

Hisashi looked at Bakugo.

He could relate to that, aching inside and feeling like crap, but not able to bring yourself to say something, unable to due to your own pride, trying to put on an image. But for him, it'd gone down a slightly different rabbit hole, doing that so much that he'd forgotten what his own feelings even were to him, all he'd felt were Kasaya's feelings.

He wondered what it was that had put a wedge between these two in the past. Obviously, it was Bakugo that had been pushing Midoriya away for some reason or another, and it was serious enough it'd went on for some time.

"Sorry, Kacchan." A sniff. "I'm... sorry." He looked utterly defeated, but also upset at himself now.

Bakugo sighed, closed those red eyes and opened them again. He accepted the apology, but still grumbled. "Who is it?"

"Who's with you?" Deku said, emphasis on the 'with you', turning it back around again, knowing 100% he was the one that had uttered out a personal secret, in pure frustration, that had led them to this point. "I've never met this person."

"You have." Kasaya said plainly, most of his face in darkness except for the tip of his nose.

Deku gawked. "Huh?" His mind swam then. He had? Who is it? "Why can't you jus'tell me?" Deku looked right at Bakugo again.

He got it, Kacchan was playing a quick game, a complete standoff again, but this time a less loud one. Bakugo had caught him on his purposeful deflection, and not only because he'd revealed it accidentally. It had been read into it before that, hearing his deceitful mumbles as he'd been trying to mask it.

Bakugo truly had known him his whole life.

And to ask him to be his Best Man?

Really... who was this new Kacchan?

Forgiving him so breezily as well; it was unnerving almost.

"Not until y'tell me."

"No." Deku blunt.

"Why?" Katsuki's teeth grit.

"I'm... not willing t'be... no, I mean, I'm worried."

"You're worried... about your partner?" Kasaya perked up a little then from the more quiet aura he had been sitting in, he moved forward, the moonlight shone over his cheeks. There was an air of concern in that statement.

Midoriya looked at that long navy hair blowing in the breeze, scanning the face, he could feel the buzz of electricity between them.

The quirks giving off that majestic vibration, that humming that only they could feel between them, indicating that what they had inside them was cut of the same cloth.

Kasaya's grey eyes seemed weary, honestly concerned, so many more emotions danced there than he'd seen of Satoko in the past. It caused him to utter a bit more. "Uhhh, somewhat. It's more like... I'm worried about what... what people would say." Mumbles. He looked away. "Mainly our parents."

"Is your partner, not good f'you?" Hisashi chimed in, leaning a little more into the conversation now. "You're not gettin' treated badly, right?" He didn't know why he asked that when he was ready to punch this guy in the face minutes before. He'd settled down because of Hero Deku's rash utterance, but still, Deku looked kind of, he didn't know... scared?

Hisashi didn't know the guy well enough yet to be able to decipher his face; everyone has their own unique set of expressions that represented certain emotions, but since he hadn't been exposed to this person much, he couldn't quite read him.

"That's not it." He put a hand up to big-bodied airmen. He poked two of his fingers together, shy. "It's more like, things jus'... have been progressing along, and they want t'start tellin' people... and they've been askin' about... y'know, the future and stuff." Midoriya quietly. "Ugh, this is so embarrassing."

Bakugo raised his eyebrows.

Who is this person?

That's some deep stuff coming from this guy!

He admitted, he was surprised!

Deku has a girlfriend?

And with his last utterance too, he hoped the girl wasn't trying to push herself onto him, trying to latch him in before he was ready!

That kind of pissed him off! He took another puff off a cigarette.

Girls! Sometimes they made him fume; trying to push their bodies onto you, trying to throw you into a relationship with them, their habits, everything. He was hoping that this was a mutual thing, and not that Deku was being forced into something he didn't want.

"You should be happy your lady wants t'make it official." Hisashi let out a chuckle.

Kasaya smiled sincerely. "Do y'think it's too early for plans though, or?"

Midoriya swallowed, looking deflated. That wasn't it. That wasn't... that wasn't it.

"I'm wonderin' the same." Bakugo kind of spit out, a menacing glare. "Some woman hasn't walked all over you..." Gruff; his distaste showed easily. "Has she?"

Deku looked up, still not smiling. "No, no. I didn't give in or anything, I agreed to it."

"Okay." Bakugo lazed back.

Was Kacchan honestly showing concern for him? He knew he hated the female species as a whole, except for Toga, but that comment made it seem like he was worried. "What, y'think I cant handle myself in a relationship Kacchan?"

A snort. "Y'might not be able to handle some of 'em."

"Yeh." Hisashi sighed, a chuckle. "I've heard it all while on-base."

"It's not that." It wasn't... they were missing the point, but he hadn't said it yet; he was so shaky, afraid to tell it. He took another route, a true route though. "Our future is hazy." He looked at Bakugo. "We might be placed in different leagues for starters."

"Hero agencies?" Kasaya went on. "Too far away to commute?"

"Sort of, jus' my partner f'sure knows which one they want, I'm not goin' to stop them." Deku swallowed. "Ugh, I'm sorry, I... I really don't have anyone t'talk to about this."

"Don't be sorry." Hisashi remarked.

"Ugh, we've jus'been hidin' it."

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, that was a similar to how him and Saya had been, and still were, kind of, as only four people, possibly five with Toga, knew of their relationship now.

Kasaya stretched his right hand across the table. "You can say it to'us." He held out his pinky. "Make a promise."

Deku gawked, that gesture reminded him of Shiozaki. Ibara was a 'pinky promiser' too.

"We'll always be here no matter what, f'shit you can't say t'anyone. That's how we are with each other." He looked around at his brother and Katsuki. "Plus, your One For All, we're goin' t'be workin' together a lot now, you're sorta stuck with us." A smile.

"I can't... I can't even talk about this to Iida, or Ibara, y'know?"

"Vines? Y'friends with her?" Bakugo blurted out rough, mostly surprised.

He knew she'd caused Saya trouble in the past by trying to hook him up with Float Girl, but he did see her defending Saya in the 1-B Class when that slick, blonde douche bag was picking a fight.

So, his opinion on 'Vines' was low, but it wasn't too low.

He couldn't forgive her for trying to hook his fiancé up with her roommate, that made him quite pissy. The only thread of decency in those actions from her was that him and Kasaya weren't 'together' yet at that point, they both were just slowly forming attraction, and she didn't know it.

Hell, they didn't know it themselves at that point in time either!

Her being on Kasaya's side in the 1-B fight only earned her a few brownie points on Bakugo's internal tally chart.

A few.

Not enough to make him feel different about her.

"Yea." Deku commented back. "Her and Iida are dating."

"So, you the third wheel?" Katsuki chuckled. "That sucks."

Hisashi shallowly smirked, he was kind of like the third wheel now too. Oh well, it didn't bother him.

"I feel like that... at times..." He sighed. "But, that's not the reason I can't talk t'them 'bout this stuff." Deku eyed the spare drink on the table. "Ugh, God." He wiped his face with his hands, elbows on the table, taking Kasaya's pinky really quick with his. "I'm so used t'being able t'talk to them about things, and I can! Jus'not this!"

Kasaya dropped his hand, so did the other. "Aren't friends supposed t'keep each other's secrets?" He'd used words from earlier in the night.

The older brother's sky blue orbs danced softly to the younger. Kasaya quoting him made him feel appreciated.

"We do, but I can't tell them this... it's 'jus... 'jus because of who it is." He swallowed. "Plus, I don't know what league I'm gunna go into yet, we've got one more year of school left after this one's over to decide, but... I have One For All, and all this stuff we're doin' with the Pro Heroes; I can't tell my partner about any of this. We signed papers that vowed our silence." He sighed, it was like after that promise with Kasaya, a well-spring opened. "And, that's the reason I haven't been lookin' around for an agency. My partner wants to know why, and our future is comin' into question because of it, and I can't give an answer. I... I might die, or somethin'."

Hisashi sighed, swallowed. "Us too." It was all he said, low pitched.

Bakugo noticed that distaste.

"Are you okay with dyin' and leavin' a partner behind Kacchan?" Deku whimpered a bit. "I jus'... I can't do that." A sniff. "Marriage talk... it's so... so serious for me. That's why I blew up like that."

"Yeh, I am. That's part of the agreement." He gruffed out.

"Huh?"

"If either one of us dies then, then... we'll jus' move on and live."

"And you're okay with that? What 'bout how sad you'll be? Won't y'be torn up? What 'bout how sad they'll be if vice-versa?" He honestly was questioning.

Bakugo looked at Kasaya, who gawked at him. "F'awhile, but I'll learn t'heal."

Hisashi smiled at the lovers affront him, so much affection between them. He knew both Bakugo and Kasaya would be terribly wrecked for a little while if one of them passed on, but neither would want the other after that death to live out the rest of their life in a fucked up fashion, in spirit-breaking sorrow.

It was a completely grown-up, non-dependent tenant in their pact for marriage that was absolutely solid, and they would be absolutely solid in resolve with it.

Bakugo's words spoke it; expressed affection so deep that they'd do even that for each other, even after death, go on doing their best with the years they had left.

However, this type of passion wasn't something that Deku was grasping with his thoughts. He had different ideas on what marriage should be, and Hisashi admitted that was fine too.

But what Midoriya was putting out wasn't something that'd work for Katsuki and Kasaya, not at all.

"I don't think... I jus' don't think I can do that." With that, Midoriya grabbed up the extra cup of cocktail and took a big chug; a cough.

This conversation was killing him slowly. This was the most he'd ever talked about it, the first he'd ever talked about it actually!

It was overwhelming, heated him up, heart racing, eyes blinking rapidly, he felt like he was going to start crying again, so he grabbed and hoisted, gulping down some of that spare drink. He wanted comfort talking in these moments, he yearned for it. Plus, he didn't want his own nervousness to win him over. This had been weighing him down for too long. "I don't want t'bottle this up anymore." He slammed the cup down, another cough. "Uh." A third cough. "Wha... what is this?" He looked inside, turning it ever so slightly to peer at the remnants of a light-yellow liquid.

"Vodka and orange juice." Kasaya commented.

"Ugh, I like beer more."

"You drink beer? That sour shit?" Bakugo blurted.

"I've only had a little at home with mom, but I like it better."

Hisashi grabbed his cup away from him, mixing another. He could relate to Hero Deku. It's a painful process bottling emotions up. It's a bad thing to do to yourself. "This is all we got, sorry."

Midoriya took the cup, thanking him.

Neither Satoko, nor Bakugo batted an eyelash as he tipped it up and downed some more.

He was going through a lot.

There wasn't a safer place for him to say his piece than here, and if he wanted to feel a little calmer by slamming a few down, he was more than welcome.

"Ugh." Deku put his half drank cocktail down. "I don't ever do this. I don't ever drink."

"We didn't force you, right?" The older Satoko asked.

"No Hisashi... y'didn't." He sighed. "I'm jus' stressed." He ran a hand through his green hair.

"We're all stressed I think." The eldest commented. "In some way or another."

"You're startin' t'sound like a real hero now." Deku puttered on, a bit of jab, but he meant it for what it was.

It was truth.

Heroes had so many things that they were dealing with aside from their personal lives. Their work impacted everything, it was just a part of being in the trade.

Too quick, all UA students, Hero Class at least, maybe some from B, would be fully integrated into the leagues too, thrown right into it after graduation; high school years go by too fast. At least the Support Class got to stay behind-the-scenes, backing up the field agents. They got to work in a garage, on tech, in labs, on whatever they could that would help, usually a specialty. Never did they have to run-out into the streets like the main heroes and side-kicks had to risking themselves.

The worst part for Deku, who was aiming to be a Pro Hero, was that he was already dealing with a precursor of what it was going to be like, what stress was involved, and what weight that stress carried, just like the three surrounding him currently who recognized that also.

"Don't drink so fast idiot." Bakugo cued then. "You'll get drunk."

"Yeh, well maybe I want t'be." Deku mumbled from under his hands.

Suki threw up an eyebrow.

He'd saw Deku do some rash shit, act rashly quite often, just like he had been not ten minutes before, lashing out a few insults, getting loud, mostly when he gets too emotional. Frankly, he was surprised he hadn't broke down and cried again, but to be so rash to just grab up a drink like he had?

He'd literally chugged it, then without any problem, grabbed the second one made for him, and quickly sloshed more than half of it down the pipe too.

Yeh, that was rash!

His childhood friend was an odd mix of both a solid, complex decision maker when he was calm in mind, but a risky decision maker when his emotions were completely out-of-check, been that way since they were kids.

He smiled at it, seeing his personality, reminding him that it really was Izuku Midoriya who was sitting right in front of him across the table, that freckled bastard he'd tried to shake off his tail for so long, but somehow, as if Deku had death grip, could never quite let him go.

Bakugo was glad he hadn't given up on him entirely, for when he'd fallen into Midoriya's athletic shorts, screaming, mourning days ago, about his past drug abuse, the way Izuku was responding to him just before that... was if they were strangers.

He would never say, but that had hurt him.

They were not passerby's on a train, random people on a sidewalk.

Bakugo would hold onto him now too, with a death grip as well, fingers latched fully into his shirt, tight, arm around his neck always, as long as Midoriya was okay with that.

Kasaya instead was thinking about the B Classer's joke of how all Hero Classers were 'reckless messes'. He kind of smiled internally at it; he was seeing it a bit here.

The joke wasn't all that 'far off'.

Bakugo had even been that way, a completely prime example, but since he'd calmed down a ton by working hard through therapy, and having some help from him and Eraser, things had gotten better for him.

He wasn't quite a good pun for that joke anymore.

Kasaya never participated in it, as it was created by none other than Neito, out of his stupid pride for B Class, but speaking of...

Bakugo had been helped by Aiwaza.

He wondered when Suki would finally come around and forgive him, if possible.

Someday Bakugo would realize all the shit that Eraserhead was still doing for him behind the scenes. Some of these things Saya had talked with Tati about, Aiwaza's sister that he'd healed in the hospital; a person he still texted every so often.

For now, Kasaya wasn't saying anything to Suki about any of it.

He didn't like hiding things, but had his reasons: He wasn't entirely sure that Suki wouldn't lose his shit, or refute it. He didn't want that to happen. Things were in the works already, and Kasaya didn't want it to be derailed early.

"If that's really what you want." Kasaya chimed back to Midoriya then. "T'drink an' stuff."

Deku tipped the cup and chugged the rest. "Yeh." A hasty grumble, it came off rather exhausted and sad at the same time.

Hisashi took it and refilled.

"Me too." Bakugo handed his empty cup to Hisashi as well.

"Likewise." Kasaya scooted his over also.

They weren't going to let Midoriya be in his current aura, in these feelings, suffocating in them, pounding down alcoholic beverages alone.

"Well!" Hisashi bantered. "Looks like we're gettin' into it tonight!"

"You bought it f'that reason anyway." Kasaya jested.

"You're right, I did." Satoko went on in his camo jacket. "It's t'celebrate with."

"Celebrate." Deku said plain, melancholy. Not for him. Not for him.

"Yeh, the marriage." Hisashi commented. "It's a good thing!" He wanted to keep the good vibes going. He finally patted Deku on the back. "Bein' able t'finally talk 'bout this stuff is a need f'celebration too, right?"

Deku gawked up. He hadn't thought of it like that, but there was some truth in it.

"Are y'startin' t'feel better gettin' it out?" Kasaya asked.

"I don't know." Deku shrugged bleakly. "I'm feelin' kinda fuzzy though."

Hisashi laughed. "Jus'from two drinks you're tipsy, huh? You're a light weight."

"How ma... many'had?" Deku asked. He was starting to slur.

"Us?" Saya contemplated, looking around at the others. "Four? Five?"

"Five... I think." Bakugo stated, he tossed his back and chugged. "Six."

Hisashi grabbed it up, mixed, and gave it back once done.

"Y'gunna clean me out of OJ." Kasaya jested, giving Suki an extremely tigery-eyed look.

"We'can ge'more."

"Yeh, I saw some vending machines in there." Hisashi commented, pointing back towards the inside; he wasn't drinking as much as the others on purpose so that he could watch over them. Taking the father-role as always in every group that he was in, it was natural for him at this point, another thing he'd been doing in the military with his comrades that probably just wouldn't go away, not for a long time.

But it was a good thing to do, someone at all parties needs to be somewhat sober, in his opinion.

That was common sense.

"Any..." Deku hiccupped a bit. "Ugh. Anyway..." He wiped his mouth. "Whose'it?"

"Whose'it'you?" Bakugo blurted out, that last drink had got to his head a little too, a cackle at their dumb little back n' forth. He was now starting to feel the vodka sealing him in. They still were playing this game of wits apparently, and Katsuki was all for it. Plus, this was the first time he'd ever shared some drinks with Deku, he wanted to remember this occasion. "Le'us guess."

Deku rolled his eyes at Kacchan, sloshing more down, his head felt like it was swirling, light and airy. All of a sudden he let out a stupid laugh, for no reason at all. He didn't mean too, he just couldn't control it.

Was this what it felt like to be drunk?

He gawked inside his cup, having absolutely nothing he could compare it to whatsoever. It was strangely relaxing, but also so weird. He felt his inhibitions going completely out the window.

"Uraraka." Kasaya said, a silly smile. He hadn't been wondering what that brown-headed girl was up to, but Ibara had tried to get him hooked up with her, so he was wondering if maybe Hero Deku had gotten into a relationship with her instead.

"No." He said firm. He put his elbows up on the table, a shaky pointer finger. "Y'wrong."

"Wha?" The red eyed one blurted, that was a good guess though. For sure, he thought she was friends with that Four-Eyed Pipes and Deku. "Hmpf... Emo Chick."

"Huh..." Deku gawked up. "Whoz that?"

"Y'kno that hed'phone... hed'phone jack." He yanked one of his earlobes.

"Nah, no'wayyy." He extended that last word out too long, and let out another gurgle, it was a half chuckle from the throat. "Not'tht there's any'any'thing wrong wit'her." He took a gulp.

"Is'it Hero Clazz?" Bakugo slurred, downing his drink.

A nod from Izuku, he was starting to give in; his tolerance low, so low that he began to just start answering, even though it was short. His stubbornness slowly fading, just like his rational thought.

Hisashi took the cup, fixed another, that was the last of the citrus mixer.

Kasaya handed his cup on-empty.

"We're out." Hisashi shook the carton.

"I knew you'd uze up t'rest of'it!" He elbowed Bakugo in the side then, his words mushed.

Katsuki made an 'oof' sound, a wicked grin.

"Jus'give it t'me like that."

Deku peeped over the rim of his cup. "Huhhh, really?" He looked to the huge bottle, at the clear liquid, then back to Kasaya, his eyes were so lazy in their movements.

"Yeh, really." His head swiveled towards Deku.

"Okay." Hisashi glugged in a third cup of straight liquor and handed it back.

"How... how'z y'drink that... like that?" Deku wobbled, bottom lip hanging low.

"Been drinkin'to long t'care." He wiggled his cup, a sideways smile. He was keeping his left hand under the table in his lap. "Since I was 12."

"Wha?" Deku sounded baffled. No way, he's never heard of that before. That early?

"I'm gunna grab us some more juice. I'll be back." Hisashi pointed to the general direction of the indoor vending area.

"Can't be... uh... Pinky." Bakugo blurted out. "She won't shu'up 'bout t'Electric Idiot." Bakugo got gruff. He'd gotten his fill of that girl going on and on about it in Hero Class. He'd been up to his eyeballs with that gibber; yesterday felt like it would never end because of it!

Pinky in her annoying voice, chattering about her relationship, curling her hair, nail polish and makeup drove him nuts. That girl's regular speaking voice was too nasal, and downright mocking at times.

"Yeh, they've been..." Izuku hiccupped. "T'gether some'months... now." He gulped some more down, a weird laugh.

Kaminari and Ashido were kind of an odd pairing, but they were actually wildly similar in a lot of ways too. Both were outgoing, chipper most days, both silly. They were definitely the couple you invited out for a group gathering if you wanted some extra liveliness in it.

"Tsu." Kasaya stated. He knew all the names of Hero Class because of that pamphlet from the pop-quiz training in the dome; For One's All absorbed all of them in just a few seconds. Also, he was made to sit there and listen to the field comms that day too, so he'd sponged up a few of the Hero Class nicknames. Only two more girls after that, from what he remembered.

"Nah." The green haired one commented swirly eyed, his head drooped, looking ashamed. They'll come to realize it any minute now, realize the biggest truth he was trying to hide, that him and his partner had been keeping behind locked doors.

"Come'on Deku." A rumble from Bakugo.

Midoriya then laughed a wide-mouthed, ridiculously, teeth showing, opposite how he was feeling inside. He put his head on the table, drink empty. "Yehhhh... It'z some... someone... jus'y'kno... I didn't wannnna..."

"Hah?"

"Didn't wanna'say... be'..." He groaned. "Be'cuz y'hate them."

"I don'hate anyone in'there." Bakugo remarked slushily. "They're jus'all annoyin' an' stuff."

"I donut... I mean... ugh." His forehead was down on the cold metal table. "Doubt that." His hand fully gripped still on a now empty cup.

Donut?

Kasaya spurted out a chuckle, a bit of drink shooting out of his mouth again. He took a puff of his cigarette after, butting it out.

It was funny!

Midoriya was the type of drunk that was even more of a mumbler than he was usually, one that tended to mix-up words, moan-out long, extended groans, and act goofy.

"Invisible Girl? Ponytail?" The blonde said the last two.

Midoriya moaned out a weird sound. "Nnnngggoo."

"That'zzz..." Bakugo got quieter. "That'z all o'em... so..."

"Ughhhnnng." Deku grumbled out, sounding ultimately beaten, as if he'd lost a horrible battle.

Kasaya raised both of his eyebrows then and looked right at Bakugo, who lazily rolled his head to the side and gawked at his fiancé, wide-eyed.

Even though they both were tipping over into that edge of drunkenness, unlike Deku, who was pretty far ahead of them already inside 'the drink', they both were still present enough to get it.

Quietly they shared a 'look of realization'.

Midoriya, who was practically flattened on the outdoor table, bellowed a whine.

"Are y'datin'... a guy?" Kasaya asked extremely quiet, cautiously.

"Yeaahhh."

Bakugo looked at Deku then, eyes wider than before, his mouth came unhinged, cheeks flushed up.

He knew.

He knew who it was.

He knew whom he's been comparing him to.

It was that tiny bit, that tiny Deku mumble that had said that he 'hated the person', and that was another reason Izuku hadn't wanted to say anything to him.

"Half n' half." Bakugo's mouth barely spoke it. He was shocked half to death, a white hot fizzle went through him.

If this was true... that meant...

Deku tried to sit up straight, but couldn't, slumping to the side a little in the outdoor chair, his head tilted up just enough. "Uh... y'z hate him."

"No... I'don't... not f'awhile." Katsuki whispered, unable to get out more.

It was true?!

Holy hell!

"He..." Midoriya swirled out. "He for... forfeited. Y'won 'cuz of... cuz of it. Y'hate him." He meant the tournament, a long while back now.

"Not any... any'more, I've made m'peace with'it." He looked at Saya, eyes peeled completely open. Those medals were all colorful sitting in a shoebox in their shared room. They were due to be burned, but that wasn't the main topic right now!

"So... 'jus tell'me..." Deku hiccupped. "Tell'me I'm... a bad boy." He wheezed. "Laugh... laugh at'me..." He looked hazily at the two affront him. "Shun me... will yeh... eh."

He expected laughs, some 'what the fucks?', one of them calling him out; he'd just let it happen, let it get revealed!

The cat was out of the bag now!

But there was nothing.

"Midoriya." Bakugo said. "Look a'me... will ya?" It was low, extremely quiet, but he had to confirm.

Hero Deku rolled his head back up, emerald eyes watery, super glossed.

Hisashi entered, sat down quietly, so as not to disturb, a new bottle of juice on the table.

Midoriya didn't notice at all.

"Y'really with him?" Bakugo used a name, a given name of Hero Class, a rare moment. "Todoroki?"

"Yeh... Kacc... Kacchan." He sighed, a weak fist pound on the table. "He's... we've... Ugh. I mean, f'bout half a'year... noongggo, I mean, eight... eight months."

Hisashi popped a cap off the new container, melon flavored, it was the best thing the machines had. He kind of fought Deku for his cup, as he had the mother of all grips on it. Easily got Bakugo's and Kasaya's.

So, this one was with a guy too?

Deku shakily took the newest drink by literally scooting it across the table to his face. "Make fun'o'me... if y'want... I jus'don care... y'heard it..." Off-the-chain laughter, clearly Deku was plastered. He slammed his cup down, a little trickled down over his fingers. "I'M DATIN' A MAN!" It came out as a drunken shout.

Bakugo and Kasaya jolted back, so did Hisashi.

"Okay, shhh." The elder Satoko shushed, moving in, putting a hand on his back. "We're outside, okay?" Not that the shouting between the childhood friends earlier could of possibly been heard too.

"So, y'worried 'bout wha'people would say?" Kasaya said slowly, bringing up a tidbit he'd heard Deku utter earlier.

A nod. "Everyone... ery'one... in clazz... iz straight... Iida... Kami... Kaminari... Mineta... 'cept Ayo... Ayoyama." A swallow of cocktail. "Shoto's dad... fuck." He ran a hand through his hair, he closed his eyes babbling. "His dad is Endeavor. My... my mom... ughhh." Telling his mom! It might break her heart. "An' agencies... th'future... wha'if my future work... workplace knows?" He tipped his cup and slammed it all down the pipe, running a hand into his green hair squeezing into it hard.

He was no longer tasting the cocktails at all, hadn't even picked up that the juice was different.

His tongue had gone numb to it.

Hiding a tattoo (like the one Bakugo was set to get), from an agency, would be a hard task.

Hiding the fact that you're in a homosexual relationship? Probably easier, but still, if they found out, Deku knew, he might be canned.

"Jus' don't say anything." Hisashi spoke the same words he told his brother and Bakugo.

Suki and Saya looked at each other in their own realization.

Would they be okay, then?

They both smirked at each other; slow, long eyelash bats from the navy haired one to the blonde. Kasaya tilted his chin a little waiting for a wordless response. Bakugo moved his bottom lip, a small lick, a sheen in those red eyes, an expression asking for patience, calmness.

It was too early a subject to think about.

Let them live for the 'now' and not be consumed about the 'later on' just yet; day-by-day as they'd decided previously.

Saya lit up another cigarette. "Last one." Soft lips uttered.

"Share with me." Bakugo asked, zest in that statement, he wanted to savor it with him. Secretly, the wetness of where Saya's lips once were on those tubes stirred him up, and boy, did he enjoy being stirred. "Laser Stomach... isn't th'only one." Katsuki voiced then, gaining a little more depth to his voice, shock fading.

"Hmmphm?" Midoriya mumbled. "I... I'm... I'm drunk... I think." His hands flailed down to the armrests.

"Yeaaa, you are." Hisashi smiled at him. He was in good hands.

"Yea hear'me Deku?" Bakugo took the cigarette from Kasaya as it was handed, tapping it, taking a big inhale. Smoke filtered around him. He looked like an American gangster from the 20's sitting there cross-legged, all that was missing were the proper clothes and the jazz.

"Wha?"

"I said..." He cleared his throat. "Laser isn't th'only one."

"Yeh... me... Todo... Todoroki." Deku half-moaned.

"An'me."

Kasaya plucked that cigarette right out of Suki's fingers giving him a teasing, narrow-eyed look.

Bakugo laid his head back on the metal bar at the top of his chair, his face lulling to the side to cast his eyes upon his lover's face, looking at that beauty mark by his lip. God damn, he wanted to kiss it.

Deku looked up. "Wha?"

"I'm prob... probably gay or... or somethin'." Soft.

"You? Nahhhh." Deku chuckled it off. "That'z too... too much!" He started laughing hysterically.

Kasaya then leaned forward, handing Bakugo the tube of tobacco burning, letting out a steam of smoke from his nose and pinched Hero Deku on his coat-covered wrist with his left hand.

"Huh?" Deku looked down extremely swirly.

He saw.

There, on a lengthy finger sat a silver ring, bright and shining, absolutely perfect it looked on that hand.

Beautiful.

"Y'you... too? You gettin'... gettin' married?!" It came out shrieky.

"Yeh... to this guy." He turned his head to the right to give Katsuki a playful glare.

Midoriya caught that open display of affection. "Wha... what?" Deku blurted. "No... no way..." A cough. "Y'guys... are... datin'? The'rings don'match." All of it was blubbers.

"Does that matter... an'no... we're engaged." Bakugo's rough timbre whisked. "Honestly... dunno if we're... we're gay though... we'jus like each other... an'that's it."

"Same. I jus'like Suki." Kasaya swallowed some of his drink. "I love only him... like that." A small, wistful, curve of the mouth; shy.

Bakugo's throat rumbled a sound of appreciation, happiness in hearing those words, and grabbed Kasaya's right hand with his left to hold it, looking away shyly himself into the distance, a single knuckle tapping his lip.

And, of all things for Deku to see: Kacchan blushed.

Midoriya's eyeballs were wide open. He stared down at them holding hands, up at their faces with pleasant, but half-embarrassed looks, to Hisashi, who was taking a small sip of his own cocktail, smiling at the young men affront him.

Deku felt some drool coming out his mouth, a clumsy wipe.

His older brother is okay with this!?

Deku felt his weight fall out from underneath him as his practically collapsed back, his chair tipping in a sudden jolt, then went back onto all-fours again. "No wayyyyzz. No way." He head felt so airy, spinning. He didn't spy it, but Hisashi had caught his chair again, with him in it this time; with one large hand the elder had pushed it back forward.

Kasaya chuckled. Deku being like this was cracking him up.

"Yeh, so don'say anythin' t'anyone." Bakugo slid out.

Hisashi was on-edge for a second.

"I... I won't... but I mean... reallyz? F'real?" His head was rolling around over the top bar of his outdoor chair.

The older brother cooled, pushing Deku's head forward a little with his pointer finger. The skull tipped forward with an 'ugg' emitting from the mouth.

"Yeh." Kasaya remarked. "We'll tell th'people we'want, when we'want... okay?"

A nod. "I jus'... thiz iz... uh... unbel... unbelievable." Deku's head now wobbled around downwardly, chin on his upper chest, wiggly.

"Is it?" Bakugo tipped Kasaya's chin up then.

Deku poked his head up at the timbre in that statement. It was very suave.

Bakugo was touching Kasaya's face?

His jaw fell awry, hands squirmed.

"You... you're playin'." Deku mumbly, breezed on. "Th'rings aren't matchin'... are they'zzz... they're real?"

"Yeh, what? Y'want somethin' else? Hah?" Bakugo crunched out. "Don'believe it yet?" He was getting a bit impatient, and was starting to think doing something bolder might be the convincing factor.

Kasaya batted eyelashes slowly, he was okay with it if Suki was. He knew Hisashi didn't care as he'd sat through a kiss between them already. Plus, Deku was so fucking plastered anyway, he might forget he even saw it tomorrow.

"Nah.. you'zzz guyz." Deku laughed. "Nah... come'on." He was starting to get nervous in his drunken state, but unable to show it.

With that, Kasaya leaned his head to the right, grabbed Bakugo's hand playfully with the cigarette in it and pulled it to his lips to take in a large inhale, blowing it out, openly flirting, a little taunt.

Deku just watched, unable to move anything on his body correctly.

Kacchan snickered, scarlet spheres worked the other's form, from the roots of the hair to the crest of his widow's peak, eyebrows, ski-jump nose, then downward toward velvet lips.

Soon, Kasaya let go of Bakugo's wrist, and the blonde butted out the stick; it'd finish out it's short life-span in the ashtray.

Nose to nose, Saya slowly exhaled some smoke between both their lips. Bakugo chuckled in his throat at that sexy play, opening his mouth a slit in an attempt to breathe it in.

Midoriya felt on the edge of passing out.

What the hell?

What was he watching again?

In that moment, Kasaya leaned inward, alcohol swimming in his blood. The last smoke inside him filtered into Suki, and Bakugo took those deviant little lips up, so fast.

Passion.

Midoriya jolted, eyes softly blinking, unable to do much more.

What the?

He'd never seen Kacchan!

Kacchan was actually!

He was... what?

Wait a second.

He crunched his eyes in to try to see, his vision messed up, then a split second focus made him jolt again.

Kacchan was... was kissing someone!?

Kissing... kissing... a man?!

Kissing Satoko Kasaya?!

Was he seeing this correctly?

He squinted.

Yep.

Hero Deku swirled around in his seat, head flopping back again. "Man... oh mannnnnn." He trailed out.

"It's true." Hisashi put a hand down on Midoriya's shoulder. "They're engaged. They love each other."

"Wha..." He mumbled out watching this display, he was baffled, drunk, a mess himself, but it made him feel, made him feel... Less like a societal taboo. "Okay!" Deku waved, hand like a dead fish, his face going red. "Okay... I get'it..." His hands went up over his eyes, shielding him from the scene, but really clumsily as he accidentally smacked himself too hard in the face. "Ow..."

Hisashi laughed at the green-headed guy.

"Y... you're okay wit'this? Really?!" Deku squeaked out to Hisashi from under his palm, he started to slide down in his chair, his puffer jacket making a scraping noise.

The two pulled away, affixed only on each other.

"Hup!" Hisashi caught Deku before he slid down completely to the ground. He sat him back upright as he could in the chair. "Yea, I'm more than okay with it." The oldest Satoko smiled down on him.

"And... an'this... them kissin' doesn't... doesn't... bug you?!"

"Nope." He took a swig.

How lucky!

He sighed, banging his head down on the onto the table again, arm's over his head. "Ughgggh... no fair."

"Hah?" Bakugo babbled back breaking his eyes from Kasaya.

"You've got... got'support..." He mumbled.

"We support you." Kasaya said plain.

"Yeh bu'... Endeavor... im'ma die." He meant he was going to get knocked the fuck out by the huge Pro Hero sometime in the future. "Dude... im'ma... ughhnnh." He made a weird sound again.

"That won't happen." Bakugo grunted.

"Yeh right..." Izuku moaned.

"We'll be there... on y'side. Okay?" Saya grabbed Deku's wrist softly from across the table.

"And, thanks for letting us be the first people you told." Hisashi commented, rubbing the green-haired one's coated back. It was for emotional support, but also so he could have a hand ready if Hero Deku's body decided to suddenly go monkey and try to plummet itself to the patio floor again.

Bakugo commented: "It'z the same f'us probably... with their father."

"Reallyyyyyy?" Deku groaned, patting Kasaya's hand with one of his own.

"Yeh, even though we've both ousted him now. He's gunna find out one way or another." Hisashi went on. "He's a high ranking official in the Navy."

"Oh shit..." Izuku rubbed his face with his free hand too hard on accident, making his nose red. "That sucks."

"Speakin' of'out wit'it." Kasaya suddenly piped. "I gotta tattoo now. Two of'em."

"Oh yehhh... on y'thighs." Deku blubbed, a silly finger point. He'd spied it when Kasaya had flicked his short's fabric down days ago in the bunker living room when they were talking.

Kasaya was surprised he'd seen them in that moment, turning an eyebrow up at Deku. Midoriya was quite observational, aware of his surroundings, when he wasn't drunk that is.

Hisashi instantly turned. "When... when'd you'go off campus?" Worried. So, it hadn't been the scars Kasaya was trying to cover so Hero Deku wouldn't see that night. It was tattoos?

"Don't be upset." Kasaya said. "Both of 'em I got... t'cover 'em up... y'know?" He meant he'd gotten both to cover the scars inside his thighs.

"I... I mean... are you sure it's okay now? To be off campus?"

"After th'merge, yeh." Kasaya said. "Everything's in order." He poked at his head. "I can defend myself now... against'her."

Deku was listening rather lazily, his head swimming in and out at this point. He just laid there, with his head on the chilly table mostly out-of-it. "I'm... I'm... I can'see str... straight." He mumbled quiet.

Hisashi glanced to check.

Deku was good for now, just laying there unmoving. He'd finally settled down.

"I accompanied." Bakugo said. "Can't go off on our own... without bein' in a pair anyways. UA rules t'keep us safe n'stuff." A huff.

Kasaya had went to the hospital alone to cure Tati though; he didn't mention it. Instead he mentioned something else, something very important: "Somethin' is gone now too."

"Huh?" Hisashi questioned.

"Somethin' that makes'it even safer f'me t'go off campus."

Hisashi was baffled. What was he talking about?

He already was thrown through a huge loop that Saya hadn't mentioned going somewhere public, but as the younger brother made his own decisions now, and his brain was merged, he knew it was probably much safer, and he had no right to tell him not to.

But what else was there?

"You remember?" Saya went on, putting the hair on his longer side behind his ear. "Y'got 'em all off me, 'cept one."

"Love?" Hisashi whispered, blue eyes completely inside grey ones. The LOVE Emotion Control?

"Yeh." Kasaya swallowed a sip of screwdriver. "It's gone Sashi."

"It... it... you broke it?" Hisashi started stammering. "How... how?" His eyes started to well with wetness.

How long?!

How long had it been there?

Lurking?

It was gone?!

Kasaya simply looked at Katsuki, and smirked over to his brother.

The short blue-haired man got that cue, got it so easily, got it so hard. He stood, an instant tear falling down his face. The big man hunched down, grabbing onto the blonde, fistfuls of thick coat. "Thank you." A small cry. "Thank you for lovin' him." He head went into the blonde's shoulder.

Apollo lazily wrapped an arm around.

"Y'did this, you made this happen." Sashi went on into Kugo. "He's... finally..."

"Yeh, I'm really... free."

Hisashi's robin's egg irises shifted.

"I'm free." He swallowed, licking his lips, wanting to here the word again. "I can scream that'out on'top a mountain now, as... as I've alwayz wanted."

Hisashi reached then to grab onto his younger brother.

This was amazing!

It only could be broken by a true, real, adult love, of equal value to the faux one her Emotion Control had set into him!

He felt Kasaya's forehead then, the younger brother smiling at his touch.

"You're... you're actually... hot." Hisashi cried. "You're not cold!"

"Nope." Kasaya swallowed. "I warmed up instantly... when it left me."

Hisashi stuck a single finger under his athletic shorts to hoist the fabric, peeking for the tattoos. The younger Satoko just smirked; moving his hands down, he raised both sides of his shorts legs up for his brother to see the art.

Hisashi stared right at those flowers, most likely set to be colored in. "Lilies." He couldn't see the scars at all! They were completely covered! "I've always loved lilies too." He cried, pitters of wetness streaming.

"Yeh, for purity. T'start my life anew, whenever I want." Saya said the phrase that Suki had said months back now as he'd first drawn those flowers in sharpie. "But..." He put a palm on Katsuki's face. "I've already started it over." He flopped his shorts fabric back down then.

Hisashi dove into his brother, arm's around him, letting go of Katsuki. He was just laying across Bakugo's lap now, so he could wrap his hold solely around Kasaya.

"Guyzzzz sorry." A hiccup. "Interrupt." Deku babbled. "I don'feel zo'good."

"Oh shit." Bakugo growled.

Both of the Satokos looked up then, Hisashi wiping away tears.

Midoriya made a leeching motion, cheeks puffing.

"Don't... don'throw up out here, fuck!" Bakugo wobbly stood, the elder getting off him so he could stand. The blonde fumbled around the table, a 'whew'. The drink had hit him even more as he'd stood up, just as it had at The Golden.

Midoriya was drug off the table and back into his seat and shakily, Bakugo helping him stand.

Deku nearly collapsed, knees weak.

"Ah fuck!" Bakugo almost fell down to the floor right with him, but he laughed.

"Kacccc... Kacchan..." Izuku moaned.

They literally dragged Deku in, Kasaya on his left, Bakugo on his right, Hisashi the caboose. Midoriya's red sneakered feet weren't even catching his own weight.

"What?" Bakugo asked. "Wha'is it? Y'heavy as fuck."

"Where... where y'... y'takin' me..."

"A bathroom." Kasaya answered.

Izuku's face puffed out again just at that one word.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Hisashi hollered, slamming open the restroom door attached to the Bakugo/Satoko room. "Get him in there."

They wobbled him next to the toilet, put him down on his knees and held his head up. Right then and there Midoriya threw up everything he had inside his stomach right into the porcelain.

"Uh... gross." Katsuki commented while grabbing toilet paper. He dabbed at his childhood friend's face with it by the mouth. He had a smirk on his face though.

First time drinking and Deku couldn't hold it!

Bakugo hadn't thrown up yet! Not one bit! Not once even after all the drinking nights he'd had!

He would take that win!

But, he more so was just content that he got to do this with Deku. This was his first time drinking with him, he hoped they'd do it again, but next time maybe it'd be more fun, and less about just revealing pent-up emotions.

Midoriya moaned out an awful sound then, head on the toilet seat.

Kasaya pulled some off the roll too, Bakugo's gesture reminded him of when he'd dabbed at his bloody lip for him by the lockers outside the B Classroom, by thos half-hidden day lockers. His man only did this with people he cared about. Saya raised his toilet paper to Hero Deku's forehead and dabbed. "He's sweatin' pretty bad too. Where we'layin' him? Our room?"

"Yeh, I don't want thiz'little shit throwin' up again, better t'have both of'us there."

"Hey Midoriya." Kasaya whispered down, patting his face a bit more "Are y'done? Y'okay now?"

Deku looked up, head bobbly, eyes completely closed though. "Yahhhhhh."

"Okay, 'ere we go." Saya lifted.

Bakugo hoisted his other side.

Hisashi held the door.

A few minutes later Deku was laying in Kasaya's bed. His shoes had been taken off, puffer jacket unzipped and hung up, blankets thrown over him, a bottle of water near with headache meds.

They took care of him well.

Deku moaned into the pillow fluff.

Hisashi grabbed his duffel. "See ya in the mornin' love birds." A dumb wink as he turned at the threshold to say goodnight. "Oh an' hey, if ya need help with Midoriya tonight come knock. I've decided, I'll be three doors down on the left."

"Aight, across from Himiko." Kasaya stood to give his brother a hug. He whispered in his ear. "Thank you f'everything today."

"Thank you f'everything. Seriously, y'might not believe it... but y'helped save me Saya." A whisper back.

"You saved yourself, we only helped. Jus' as you'd do anythin' f'me, y'know... I'd do anything for you."

"T'hell an' back?" Hisashi whisped, remembering that tagline he'd been thinking of so much lately.

"Or not at all." Saya soft. "Cuz we're always in hell Sashi."

Hisashi and Kasaya both could feel each other's chest quiver in a small connective chuckle. They let go.

"Night brother." Hisashi smirked at Bakugo. He really was his brother now, his to-be brother-in-law.

"Y'got blankets fuckwad?" The blonde piped back. "A pillow?"

"Tthere's three of 'em in there." The hellion's rough ass concern for him set the elder Satoko to smirk. "That's why I chose it. Door was open as we walked by, and I saw it had stuff stocked."

"Good." Bakugo smirked back.

No hug was necessary for either of them to feel that quick, caring thread between them.

Hisashi left then but turned into some blonde pigtails.

"I've got a neighbor!?" Toga squealed in delight. "Finally!"

"Yep." Hisashi said plain. "I'm goin' t'bed though."

"Alrighty!" She beamed. "Nighty night!" She remembered something and hollered at the airmen. "You cookin' breakfast?!"

"Sure!" Hisashi said before a door closed.

"Yessss! Win!" A small squeak. A fist pump. "He makes the best eggs I've ever had!" She then realized. "Wha? What's wrong with Midoriya?"

Disaster plugged in Deku's phone with a spare charging cable he had. It was an older version like Bakugo's. They'd found that the phone had slipped out of Izuku's pocket onto the floor of the tent that was now in shambles, but only discovered it after it had buzzed.

"He's drunk as hell, thatz what." Bakugo grumbled.

"Oh!" Himiko bubbled out in surprise, lumbering into the room, stepping over what looked like a battlefield of stuff all over the floor. She poked him with her oversized sweater sleeve, he didn't move.

Her pajama top was just as oversized as her UA uniform's sweater. In fact, her last high school uniform's sweater she'd worn oversized as well.

Saya hugged Bakugo from behind, his arms around that thick waist, his chin resting on the shoulder. They both looked down at Izuku's phone in Katsuki's pale hands.

Deku had his messages set up to where they'd show a preview on the lock screen; inadvertently they seen probably what they weren't supposed to.

"Half n' Half sounds kinda pissed." Bakugo whispered.

"Should we message back? I don't know what thiz person'z like." Saya said soft into his ear.

Bakugo sucked air into his nose, a sigh. He swiped and typed a passcode knowing this was trespassing technically into Deku's personal affairs, but somehow knowing Izuku was 'with' a man too, Kugo could connect with those sentiments on personal level.

"How'd y'know that?" Saya gawked, eyebrow raise.

"That lil shit... it'z All Might's birthday for everything." A snort.

Himiko turned, saw the two and froze, relaxed. "I knew it." She whispered. "I knew it!" She pointed, long sleeve hanging to where you could barely see her fingertips.

"Yeh? We knew you knew pipsqueak." Bakugo piped to her. Too quick and sharp, this one.

"You're not mad, right? That I knew 'bout you guys already?" Himiko said, concerned. Her golden eyes scanned them.

"Nah." Kugo. "Don'tell anyone else."

"I won't." She smiled huge. "Who all knows?" Curious. "Just so I know."

"Eraser, Toshi, Hisashi, Deku, now you." Saya said back plain.

She spied the rings. "You guys engaged again? Finally?"

"Hah?" The long haired guy tilted his head.

"Oh, I noticed you weren't wearing your ring Kasaya."

"We're alright now girl." Bakugo's raspy voice assured, his face into the messages, not looking at her at all.

She hopped over to them like a little kid, and wrapped an arm around them both for a quick hug. "Don't ever break up again!"

Kasaya patted her back. "We won't."

"Good! I better not see either one of you guys sad, or... or I'll cry." She meant it. She felt some heat coming to her eyes, so she put her face into Suki's side under his arm to hide it.

"Okay, okay, le'go!" Bakugo shook her loose.

"Fine!" She whipped out, hopping back, firey. "Goodnight... Brother... B..."

"Shut up." Katsuki said too calmly. He was concentrating too hard something else, right back to reading again.

Todoroki: Izuku, I don't know what you're doing, but please message me back.

Todoroki: It's getting really late. I don't mind if you're doing something, but I stopped by and Kirishima has no clue where you are. So, of course, I'm worried now.

"Decent." Saya whisped quietly so as not to wake Midoriya who was softly breathing in his sleep. "Seems caring?"

Himiko watched Bakugo let out a 'hmmpf', a small shrug which raised and lowered Saya's chin. He tapped trying to figure out a good wording.

She didn't know what it was about Bakugo. He was a good guy, even though very rough an individual. Something about him though, she wasn't sure, it just made her smile.

Sure, she had so many people around her that made her smile these days, but Bakugo, really really made her smile. She wanted to tease him, bother him, follow him around. Toga liked pissing him off, pushing his buttons.

And now, to see that he's back in good with Kasaya, as fiancés once more?

It never had been her business, but she was hoping for them secretly.

She had come to know Kasaya first, realized how incredible he was, but as she came to know Bakugo later, somehow, her favor was always with him.

Himiko knew a part of it was because she looked up to the taller blonde. Easily she could see herself in him. She smiled lightly again. "Goodnight Kasaya... Bakugo." She said names this time.

"Night girl." A quick look up from Kugo who'd heard his family name.

Their eyes met for a brief second. All she'd wanted was to say goodnight and be acknowledged by him a little. She smiled and walked out, shutting the door for them behind her.

Hey, I'm okay. Staying with a friend for the night.

Sent.

Instantly a ding back.

Todoroki: You always tell me who, why not this time?

"Damnit." Bakugo blurted. "We can't tell him'bout Clear Cut, or the Pro Hero Bunker."

"Are you okay wit'Todoroki knowin' that Midoriya's hangin' out wit'us though?"

"Haven't said anything t'anyone yet..." The blonde looked at his lover. "Everyone in Hero Class knowz we haven't gotten along, so..."

"Gimme the phone." Kasaya hit call.

Hello, Izuku?

"Nah, it's his friend, Satoko Kasaya." He was trying to speak as clearly as possible after having about 8 drinks, some of it straight, no ice.

Oh. Uh... Hello. I didn't know he hung out with you.

"He does sometimes."

Okay, well, can you put him on?

"I can try. He's passed completely out." He didn't want to tell Todoroki Shoto that Deku was in fact drunk, didn't want to get him in deep water with his partner.

A nudge.

Nothing.

"He's not wakin' up."

I'll come get him. I'll be up in ten minutes.

"Well... we're not in the dorm."

What?

"Gimme the phone." Bakugo grumbled with an index finger over his lips to Kasaya, not to say another word.

Kasaya could tell Kugo had thought of something to say to the guy.

"Hey." The deep timbre sounded.

What? Who is this?

"Bakugo."

What? What are you doing with Midoriya?

Irritable, Bakugo took a breath and let it out slow. "We were talkin'. It's jus' as Satoko said, he's asleep." He was putting on airs that Kasaya and him weren't as close as what they actually were by using his last name.

Okay? And what? Where are you?

"Us three went somewhere quiet. It got too late... too quick."

And what'd you have to talk about? You don't usually talk, you yell.

Bakugo breathed in and out again, trying to resist an urge not to run all the way to the dorm and beat this guy's ass. "You're not wrong." A mumble.

What?

"I'm sayin'... we're friends again." Bakugo grumbled a bit. "We had some important stuff t'talk about."

I don't believe that.

"That's fine... but, it's th'truth."

Silence for a moment.

Have him call me tomorrow. I was just looking for him.

Click.

Kasaya sighed. "Well, I'm sure he's not only worried, but also confused. Maybe thiz wuz a mistake."

"He's his boyfriend after all... I guess." Bakugo mumbled.

"Yeh, but since he doesn't kno'that we kno'that, he was tryin' t'cover up that worry and confusion wit'a bland tone."

"Deku's probably told him all sortsa shit." Apollo chuckled. "Guy probably hates my fuckin' gutz."

"Who wouldn't?"

"Fuck you." Bakugo kissed him right on the lips. Obviously, there were some people that liked him, including his lover.

Satoko turned out the lights, crawling into Bakugo's bed with him. "It's wuz best t'let him kno'Midoriya was okay though. I think."

A grunt. "Is the day over Saya?" A breath into silken navy hair. "Jus'tell me it's fuckin' over."

"Yeh." He wrapped an arm around that muscled waist again. "What do you want t'do tonight?"

"Nuthin' with Deku in here you fuckin' idiot." Whispers; a kiddish chuckle. "But..."

"Hmm?"

"Can... can y'jus hold me?" Bakugo swallowed. "The bad shit I've once done... it's trickled down hasn't it?"

"Jus'cuz we've got ourselves together now, doesn't mean others ain't felt our pasts."

The blonde sighed and touched his nose to Kasaya's. "I used t'not care."

"What's done is done. Let's jus'move forward."

"We will." Bakugo kissed the other man's lips again. "Saya. Listen t'me, yeh?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I also love you, so much."

In the gentle quiet of the bunker, even softer than their voices was a person crying.

Midoriya Izuku, who was gently pushed awake by soft voices, heard Kacchan tell his loved one words that lovers say.

It all made sense now. How they rubbed off on each other, the nicknames, what seemed like teasing actually being flirting, how they both preferred each other, stuck to each other like glue.

Kasaya hadn't been just a best friend to Bakugo, but had became the man he'll marry.

He hoped, hoped it'd work out for him and Todoroki like that.