Fuselage

♡~♡ Chapter 19 ♡~♡

"Aww man." Eijirou straightened, hands on his back, "do ya' gotta stop, Kat?" Eyes half lidded, lazy smile on a dripping wet face.

"Choke and die, asswipe." Katsuki turned on a heel, though his voice held no venom, as he began cleaning up the bleach mess. "I'm gunna get this straightened up. After the oil we'll condition then dye."

"Awesome." Eijirou beamed. "Dude, my hair looks so cool like this! It's like a mix between yours and Denki's! Let's keep it!"

"No!" Mina and Katsuki replied simultaneously.

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"Why red?" Katsuki carefully rinsed the dye off Eijirou's face, "might have a little staining by your cheekbone."

"That's fine, Kat." Eyelids twitched, mouth ticked up in a small grin. "Kind of a reminder. To be more... true to myself maybe."

"Oh?" Hands moved to scalp, desperately ignoring the sigh.

"Yeah. You inspired me actually."

Katsuki laughed incredulous. "No."

"Yeah." Eijirou peeked up past newly dyed brows. "You're really... incredible. You really are. I admire so much about you. You make me want to be a better person." A hand looped around Katsuki's thigh, fingers dug in. "You're manly as Hell, Kat. I hope to be as brave as you one day."

"Eijirou, you idiot." Katsuki sprayed him in the face with the shower head, "you're already fucking manly. Look at you dying your hair, on the Dean's... List..." Katsuki frowned, remembering something Mina had said. Shook his head as he continued to rinse Eijirou's hair, watching the dye run down the drain. "You're sticking out a difficult relationship for better or worse, which at least you'll be able to say you gave it your all. You stood your ground against me."

Eijirou laughed as Katsuki leaned forward, grabbing the conditioner, both men well aware Eijirou could do this part, neither of them stopping Katsuki from running his fingers through Eijirou's hair. Sitting there in the bathroom, in the humidity and steam, the smell of chemicals around them.

"I did befriend you." Eijirou consented. "That does take something."

"Balls." Katsuki tugged on a handful of hair in reprimand. "It takes balls. Don't sell yourself short. You come back here, to the village. I don't know what that means but I know it's heavy. Hard." He turned the water back on, "you're stupid strong, Ei. Where it matters." His hand reached over a shoulder to tap a finger on Eijirou's sternum. "You're stronger than I am."

"Fuck, Kat." Breathless Eijirou craned his neck to look up into Katsuki's red eyes. "I-"

Words were lost for a moment as the two looked at one another. Katsuki's finger flattened over the wet skin. He could feel the steady, strong beat of Eijirou's heart speed up just slightly. His fingers dug into Katsuki's thigh as his head fell back further, conditioned hair pressing into his shorts, leaching through to his skin. Katsuki felt Eijirou's heart racing behind his ribs as his free hand tangled in the back of Katsuki's shirt.

"Katsuki..." fingers loosened, trailed up his thigh to his hip. "I-I'm-"

"Oh my God, Ei!" Mina screeched as she stomped down the hallway, bursting into the room to hold up her camera as Katsuki turned back to rinsing. "Oh-" She chuckled a little, phone falling, "Oh Eijirou." she moved to stand beside Katsui. "Babe, you look amazing!"

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"Kaaaatttsssuuukkkiii~" Mina whined, stockinged feet wiggling from the back of the couch, "I can't start the-" rustling as she righted herself, "- the fucking movie till you get your ass over here."

"Yeah, yeah Raccoon Eyes. Chill bitch." He held up his phone. "Smile assholes, it's for my mom. Uhg, God. Real cute, Dunceface." He took the picture, middle finger and all, sending it to her.

Movie night. He did his best to send the names in order, though with everyone piled on the couch it was difficult.

Migrating into the living room the film started as he fell onto the recliner. Something shoved him.

"Fuck off." Katsuki mumbled as his phone buzzed.

I'm impressed that many people want to know you. A devil emoji. Anyone you're interested in?

He hated the way his eyes skimmed over them again. Mina leaning across Eijirou's shoulder over everyone, Denki tucked into his side and Hatnta leaning his head against the opposite shoulder. Katsuki ignored the pang of jealousy he always felt. It wasn't any different than normal. Everyone was always all over everyone. And everyone was always all over Eijirou.

"There's always room for one more?" Chest flexed in invitation.

Eijirou didn't mean anything by it, Katsuki knew as he hissed, fighting the heat flaring up from his twisting stomach to swallow his chest and consume his face. Eijirou never meant anything by it. He blinked, eyes shifting to look over the invited space before drifting away with bored nonchalance.

"Fuck off."

Another shove. Katsuki glared over, eyes locking with a grinning Eijirou, socked foot resting on the arm of his chair. The rest watching the movie draped over him like some harem. Katsuki sneered back, lifting a middle finger swiftly.

Fuck off. The others had no problem leaving Katsuki alone.

It was opulent, the way he draped across Katsuki's entire living room, from the furthest corner of his couch to the arm of his chair, spread out like he owned the damned place, other people draped across him like some ancient Roman God or conquering King returned to claim his spoils with the still fading bruises and cuts on his arms and face from their last sparring bout, red hair offensively bright haloing him like a crown. Katsuki's tongue flicked against his molars as he tsk'ed and looked away, dismissive. Annoyed.

Eijirou's leg twitched again, jolting the chair, pulling Katsuki's attention back to the open space directly up his torso in anger. Katuski's nerves erupted when he realized Eijirou's gaze never left him; watching the blond's eyes travel over his stomach, his chest, his neck... Eijirou was watching Katsuki, studying him, absorbing his reaction. Rage faded to something... hotter.

Head rose as his grin shifted to lazy indulgence. His massive body shifted slightly, couch groaning under the movement, the others readjusting for Eijirou's widened position without noticing. Katsuki knew when Eijirou was challenging him, and this was one of those moments.

I dare you, Kat. Legs spread wider, knees falling open. Come here. Shirt dipped up to reveal a soft stomach hiding muscles that could easily destroy him beneath the small roll just below a belly button dipped inward and dark happy trail. Let me touch you. Wide chest rose and fell slow. Those lips tucked just too high on one side, dimple darker, deeper than it should have been; eyes narrow in provocation, tv light casting unnaturals harsh highlights and shadows. Let me push you.

Katsuki hissed out a breath, his stomach coiled in painful knots as their eyes locked. The teasing left Eijirou's face. The smirk slid away. Red brows knit together as Katsuki's heart raced. Too much was being said without words, a discussion between two people in a crowded room no one else could hear.

Look away, dumbass. He willed himself, look away. Before-

"Eh." Denki rolled to occupy the space across Eijirou's abs, breaking the area the moron had obviously been teasing Katsuki with. "He's not much of a cuddler."

Oh thank God. Katsuki slumped in the recliner, hand coiling in his shirt, willing the cramps to dissipate and his pulse to slow before the others heard it, surely they could - how could they not?

Eijirou frowned down at the blond, delivering a noogie. "That doesn't mean you get his space!"

"Like I'd fucking want it, dipshit!" Katsuki screeched, body relaxing as they fell back into normal. "Watch the fucking movie morons!"

"Don't know why you two gotta antagonize him." Hanta sighed, leaning forward for his drink. "Just let him adjust on his own, man."

"Oh my God, shut up!" Mina growled, elbowing the nearest set of ribs; rewarded with a yelp.