Hanta starts doing this really funny bit where he grabs Denki by the hips and bends him over.
its easy because Denki is so small, Hanta just braces a hand against his stomach and he folds like a lawn chair, his ass snug against Hanta’s bony hips
It makes them both giggle, makes them giggle /harder/ when Iida reprimands them for being inappropriate cause Hanta’s got him bent over a desk.
and denki laughs and bends and Hanta pretends not to notice the way his ears flush pink when he slides his hands lower
Well, its funny until they’re alone, and Hanta kicks Denki’s legs apart, bends him over and he /moans/ long and loud when Hanta presses his hips to his ass.
It’s funny until Hanta makes him press his palms to the floor, and grinds his cock up against Denki’s perky ass
funny until hanta drops his pants, fucks his thighs, slides his cock against Denki’s creamy pussy
then its uh. then its kinda hot
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Hanta glances up startled at Katsuki, holding Denki face down in the mattress. He’s giving him this look like /don’t make me say it again/ and Debki is whining, sobbing, clawing at anything within his reach.
And Hanta says, “Huh?” like an idiot, because he’s got his cock out watching Katsuki fuck his boyfriend, and there’s/no/ way he heard him right.
“Piss on him,” Katsuki says, firmer this time, and puts more weight into the hand holding Denki’s head down, his hips swinging hard
against Denki’s already bright red ass. “He wants you to—fuckin’ look at him.”
Well, Hanta can’t /really/ do that, because Denki still has his face buried in toussled up blankets, but he’s so red, redder than Hanta is sure he’d been a few minutes ago.
The first time it happens, it’s not supposed to be Kaminari.
Deku has these… bouts, moments of clarity where he feels like he’s a treadmill on overdrive, running himself ragged before he plummets straight down into panic attacks.
They sit under his skin, achy and hot, and then climb up his throat, down his arms, make him want to run a thousand laps around UA until he passes out.
Okay hear me out. Katsuki with late onset Masaru genes, right?
Like he doesn’t need glasses until his third year at UA, and by this point he’s been squinting at shit for a month now, so all it takes is one annoying, prolonged headache and a trip to the eye doctors for Kat to
give in.
He gets cheap frames he has /very/ little intention of actually wearing, and a pair of contacts he considers his lifeblood, and that’s that… for a while.
The glasses sit in a desk drawer until Katsuki realizes they’re more comfortable for early mornings when he /doesn’t/ want to have to explain why he’s got bruises from bumping into shit, and they’re better for studying late at night, too, when he’s too tired to drag himself to