Thread by @nxxdio

#出勝 #dkbk Pro heroes dkbk

Katsuki squinted over his book at the package in Deku’s hand. “What the fuck is this?”

“A present!” The nerd chirped, looking all too pleased with himself.

The offending content stared at him as he moved his gaze back and forth between the gift and the gifter. “A present,” Katsuki repeated, dubiously, because there was absolutely no way. God, he can feel his blood pressure rising. “You’re one perverted, kinky—”

"Kaccaaaan,"

Deku whined, /whined/ as if he was being accused unfairly. Fuck him, Katsuki knew he was right.

(What he doesn’t say, was how he always indulged Deku. And also enjoys it. But that’s not the point.)

“It’s very crucial to your hero outfit!”

“You think,” Katsuki started dryly, eyeing the package with distaste. “That fucking… fucking…”

“Nipple covers.”

/“Nipple covers.”/ He spat. “Is crucial to my hero outfit? I call bullshit. You already made me wear lingerie under my hero outfit the other week!”

“This is different! You were very lovely, by the way. But Kacchan, you don’t see it because you’re oblivious, but I do! Anyone can.” Deku shook the bag of nipple covers in his face and gestured a hand toward his body.

“I know you don't care about certain things and that’s fine, but Kacchan, I have had enough. Yesterday was the last straw.”

Katsuki had no idea what the idiot is rambling about. He was about to suggest heading to bed when Deku grabbed one of his pecs without warning.

“Kaccan,” Deku said, his green eyes shining with a hint of creepy mania. “Please cover up for the sake of mankind. I can see the outline of your nipples through your hero outfit. While it’s appealing, I can’t be thinking about pressing you against the wall while on duty!”

“That sounds like a 'you' problem.” Katsuki sneered hoping his face wasn't so red. He ignored the sounds of indignation as he kicked Deku to the floor. “No one fucking asked you to look!”

“I’m your husband, I can’t /not/ look.”

He scoffed, shutting his book. “I’m going to bed.

Come to bed when you stop being crazy.”

“Wait, Kacchan, you forgot these!”

“Fucking return them, burn them, I don’t care!”

“What about a bra then? Oh! Maybe one with padding for protection!”

“Fuck no!”

Deku scrambled after him, still trying to argue his case. “What if a villain takes advantage of your weak point? You’re sensitive there.”

Deku yelped, flailing back when Katsuki shot a pillow at him. “Fucking hell. Calm your filthy mind down.

Now shut up and go to sleep. We start early tomorrow.”

Then there was the pout.

In the next blink, Katsuki found himself pinned to the bed. His wrists were held in Deku’s grasp while blackwhip held down his legs. Green curls brushed against his face as Deku leaned in close.

“If you won’t listen, then I’ll have to show you.”

At the low tone, Katsuki’s breath hitched. Deku lowered his head and—

“Deku!” Katsuki hissed furiously. “We have work tomorrow! Are you listening?! Oi, Deku! Ow, fuck! You shitty, perverted nerd!”

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Camie pursed her lips as she studied the pro hero beside her. “Hm, why are you wearing your winter costume, Dyamighty? Aren’t you like, sweating in there?”

“Mind your fucking business,” Katsuki said instead.

Red eyes narrowed in on the green bastard talking to the police.

Feeling his stare, Deku looked up and caught his eyes. He then winked and the action pissed Katsuki off.

“Oooh.” Understanding lit up in Camie’s eyes. She whistled. “That totes makes sense.”

“Shut up, bitch!” Katsuki snarled. Camie only waved cheerfully as he quickly stomped away, flushing.

He’ll admit. With these stupid things on, his sore chest wasn’t rubbing against his shirt like it usually would. But hell if he let Deku know he was right.