tw drugs, noncon

Katsuki and Eijirou being roommates after graduation. And when Katsuki is in bed, he hears Eijirou come home from the bar with someone. Someone who definitely doesnt sound like one of their friends.

He feels uncomfortable when he hears them having sex. It's pretty hard for him to process. He's had a crush on the boy since high school and he's always thought - well, it doesn't matter now.

They had a fucking agreement not to bring anyone over without a warning text.

There's muffled moans and cries and it sounds almost like they're fighting instead of fucking.

Katsuki gets up and pounds on the wall connecting their
rooms. "Will you guys shut the FUCK up!" he screams.

He barely sleeps that night.

Hears the man leave at 2:45am.

Sure maybe Katsuki is being a little ridiculous because his head hurts, his heart aches, and he feels like staying in bed all day the next morning.

When he leaves the room, he ignores Eijirou sitting at the kitchen counter.

Doesn't say a goddamn word.

Even as Eijirou mutters out a groggy good morning to him. Obviously sporting a huge hang over.

Katsuki just grabs his keys and leaves to the gym.

He spends hours avoiding Eijirou. Ignoring his texts. Doesn't come home until it's dark out.

Eijirou is sitting on the couch - still in the same outfit from this morning - a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a cup of hot cocoa in hand.

"Hey dude! Where did you go? I... tried getting a hold of you..."

Katsuki doesn't say anything, just chooses to scowl at him. His glare deepening when he notices the hickeys and bruises on Eijirou's neck.

"Fuck you."

"Huh?!"

"I said Fuck. You." Katsuki spit out. "Stop acting dumb, you fuckface."

"Bro! Wait - what are you talking abou-"

"Our House Rules, you fucking idiot. Do you have zero brain cells? You're supposed to text me when you bring some extra over. "

"Wait, I'm -"

"Sorry, huh?" Katsuki growls out. "Well, me fucking too. Listening to you moan like a whore last night wasn't something I ever wanted to experience."

"Last night..." Eijirou mutters, a confused and worried look on his face.

"Yeah, last night! What the fuck, shitty hair?! How fucking drunk were you?"

It's not until Katsuki steps closer that he notices the
cup in Eijirou's hand is shaking. Both his hands were shaking.

"....last...night..." Eijirou stares at the cup in his hands, a strained look on his face.

This isn't how Katsuki saw this conversation going.

He sure as hell didn't think Eijirou would look so scared and hurt from it.

"Bakugou, I dont...I dont remember anything from last night."

Huh.

That doesn’t make any fucking sense.

“What the FUCK do you mean? “ Katsuki asks.

“Shit - I dont know.... It’s all just... blank.” Eijirou whispers.

“So your dumbass self got black out drunk then?”

“No, dude, that’s impossible! I only had a few beers…”

That really doesn’t make any fucking sense now.

Katsuki’s getting irritated - frustrated at the confusing situation. “Then how the FUCK DO YOU NOT REMEMBER?”

“Ugh, stop yelling - my head /hurts/.”

Katsuki scoffs but softens a bit, noticing how shook up Eijirou is about the situation.

“Okay, shitty hair. What /do/ you remember then?”

Eijirou shakes his head, curling in on himself on the couch more.

“I stopped at the bar to have a few drinks with Denki. But he cancelled on me. " Eijirou's voice is soft and quiet and Katsuki hates it. Hates that tone. " Since I was already there I just had some beers…..”

Katsuki paces the living room, waiting for Eijirou to continue.

But he doesn’t.

And the atmosphere in the room shifts, Katsuki feels it. It’s uncomfortable and something twists in his guts. Sees the way Eijirou’s eyes dull as he stares at the carpeted floor.

“And?” the blond prompts. “Did you fucking talk to anyone?”

“…” Eijirou gulps, and it’s audible in the quiet living room. "There were a few heroes there..."