[kirikacchako]

ochako bumping her head on the ceiling after mina thrusts a body pillow at her with a giggle.

normally, she loves gifts from her. they’re always so sweet and so thoughtful...

but what would her boyfriend, eijirou, think of her getting a katsuki body pillow?

granted, they aren’t out to their friends so she can’t blame the girls for not knowing, but still! he‘d get so mad... wouldn’t he?

not only is it another shirtless guy, but it’s his shirtless best friend to top it off!

isn’t that crossing like... so many lines by itself?

but...

even so...

slowly, her eyes glanced at the pillow clutched between her arms, and she squealed at the sight of katsuki’s nude, broad chest.

just how they got a photo this high quality, down to being able to see the sweat on his skin, and lived to print it is beyond her.

“ahh! ochako like katsuki!” tooru accused, and ochako hid her face into the gift as she continued to bump against the ceiling.

“but who in their right mind would ever have a crush on that brute?” tsuyu wondered.

“eh, he’s not too bad.” kyouka threw in her own two cents.

“hey, girls! have you seen... nevermind.”

ochako froze at the sound of a painfully familiar voice, and she glanced down at the floor as eijirou looked up at her, eyes squinted in an attempt to decipher what it is she was holding onto for dear life.

and as if mina hated her...

the pillow is double sided, meaning there’s no way to hide the picture of his best friend from him.

“i-i can... i can explain.” she stammered as his head tilted, an amused grin tugging on his lips.

“what’cha up there for?” he wondered as more heat bleed into her face.

“i-i um—i-i’m—“

“ochako totally has a crush in katsuki.” mina gossiped, and she watched as his eyes widened at the new found information.

his tongue ran over his lips, and he pushed the loose hair from his face before nodding slowly.

“does she now?” he hummed. “is that right?”

tooru jumped up, her bracelets jingling as she shifted, “isn’t it cute?!”

eijirou nodded, then folded his arms behind his head, ignoring the other girls in favor of staring up at her.

“i mean... katsuki’s a pretty cool guy, so i get it.” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“you could... figuratively... set them up.” momo added quietly, her face flushed a bright shade of rose. “i’m not a-a gossip kind of girl, but i think they’d be cute. katsuki clearly respects and acknowledges her strength, and despite his temper... he is a good looking guy.”

ochako wishes they’d all just shut up as she worriedly glances at her boyfriend, hoping he wouldn’t get upset.

sure, he doesn’t look upset, but eijirou has quite the talent for hiding his real feelings behind a smile.

“should i?” he asked, and the girls all nodded. “alright...”

“you-you don’t have to do that.” ochako stammered, and he reached his arms out, silently indicating that he’d catch her if she were to release her quirk.

“honestly, katsuki’s a hard guy to get close to, but i think i have a good plan. so, can i steal ochako away real quick?”

“yes!” mina shoo’ed. “after, you both have to tell us all about it! it’s been two years and not a single romance drama—ahh! this is what highschool is all about, don’t you know?!”

ochako squeezed her eyes shut as she fell, and then swallowed her nerves as eijirou held her close.

“totally. you’ll get all the juicy details.” eijirou grinned, and she tried her best to hide the pillow from anyone else who could possibly come in.

thankfully, most of her classmates were out doing their own thing, especially katsuki.

god forbid he actually finds out.

the guy may just kill her and mina without so much as a second thought.

not that she wouldn’t accept the death penalty if he were to ever lay eyes on the pillow. at that point, it’d be the only way to end the humiliation.

“c’mon, let’s talk.” eijirou said, and she nodded.

he carried her towards the elevator, and ochako stood up out of his arms as the door opened.

once inside, within the privacy of four walls and closed metal doors, he snatched the pillow and held it up.

“it’s life sized too.” he muttered, and ochako immediately covered her face.

“i-i didn’t ask for it, i swear! mina’s been playing guessing games on who i might like, and she suspects k-katsuki and i have a sort of... love-hate relationship—not that we do! i-i mean, he is kind of cute... but he’s so crude! and he always calls me ‘round face’ or ‘mochi’!”

her hands pinched on her cheeks as she pouted, glaring at her own reflection in the elevator doors.

“my face is not that round!” she argued, and eijirou looked between the pillow of his best friend and his distracted girlfriend. “he just gets a kick out of mocking me all day!”

“geeze...” eijirou murmured before punching a fist against katsuki’s soft chest. “bro, after that, you’d think my girl actually does have a little crush on you.”

“i do not!” she stated firmly, and eijirou laughed as her eyes drifted to his. “i promise... i love you, ei.”

his hand reached on to cup her face, and ochako closed one eye as he smiled down at her.

“i’d never, in a million years, hurt you like that.”

she cupped his knuckles while leaning into his touch, and he hummed before looking back at katsuki.

“man, isn’t she just the sweetest?”

“shouldn’t you be more mad that people are accusing me of liking him and are trying to set us up?!”

her eyes narrowed at him, and eijirou hushed her as the doors began to open.

“mad?” he repeated. “why would i be mad? i meant what i said. katsuki’s a cool dude; i’d get it.”

silence fell between them as they made their way to his room, and she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her shorts.

“did mina tell you how she got the picture anyways?”

“beats me.” ochako shrugged. “but i bet it’s denki. she probably bribed him since he’s careless enough.”

they made their way into the room, and eijirou pushed the pillow back into her hands.

“h-hey!” she gasped, and he looked between her and the photo. “ei, i don’t want this. it’s... it’s not fair to you.”

his lip curled upwards.

“so you would want it if it weren’t for me?”

one of his hands pulled on her arm, and she groaned quietly when her back hit the surface of his bed.

“i-i mean... i uh...” ochako struggled to answer, unsure what answer was worse—agreeing that she would probably keep it, or denying it despite the blush fanning over her face.

“that’s cute.” eijirou teased, and she looked up at him as he rubbed her bare knees. “you don’t have to lie. baby, aren’t we always honest with one another?”

caving, ochako sighed before squeezing the pillow in her arms.

“i-i would... keep it...” she admitted to him.

“you like him just a little bit, don’t you?” eijirou smiled softly, and her eyes shifted to the face right beside her. “i won’t be mad. i’m actually a bit curious, you see...”

his hands slid higher up her thighs, and she bit down on her bottom lip.

“i took the picture for her.”

ochako’s breathing skipped, and she slowly looked up at her boyfriend as his thumbs brushed the edge of her shorts.

“y-you took this?” she asked quietly, and he nodded. “why would you...—”

“well, if i refused then it might have made us look suspicious to her.” he explained.

right.

that... kind of makes sense, and that’d also explain why he was so encouraging in front of the other girls instead of upset the way she expected.

but now it’s just the two of them and he hasn’t gotten the least bit jealous over it.

does he seriously not care at all?

“besides, i’m the only person who could probably get a picture like that and live to see the next day. you think denki would be alive if he took that photo? he’d be toast.” he laughed as she chuckled quietly at the thought.

“yeah, that-that was a silly guess...” she agreed.

an awkward silence filled the space between them after their chuckles died down, and she shifted on top of his bed, unsure how to approach the sudden situation.

bluntly would probably be best.

“b-but, ei, is there any reason you keep asking me about a crush on katsuki?”

he nodded slowly.

“don’t think i’m jealous,” eijirou started, “or that i’m going to get all bent out of shape because you think someone else is hot. i get that you can’t help who you find attractive, and... to be honest, i think katsuki’s pretty good looking too.”

she blinked a few times, and a light dust of crimson began to spread over his cheeks.

“in fact, i may or may not have a little... admiration for him myself...” he mumbled, lifting one hand to scratch the back of his head. “how could i not? he’s just so cool... isn’t he?”

their eyes met, and ochako took a deep breath as her boyfriend’s hand brushed her hip.

of course, him liking boys isn’t a surprise considering he’s publicly told his friends that he’s proudly pansexual, but that doesn’t mean she expected her boyfriend to like his best friend.

“yeah... he-he kind of is...” she murmured, and he leaned over her slowly.

“the way he mocks you,” eijirou whispered as if it was a dirty secret just between the two of them, “it makes you feel... not angry, but—“

“playful.” she finished for him. “yeah, i know...”

every time he says something mean, she can’t help but mock him back, to start something half-serious and half-joking.

and each time they go back and forth, he has a little grin on his lips like he enjoys a little banter.

“katsuki’s smirk...” she added, and eijirou groaned.

“it gets me hot whenever i see it.” he confessed, and ochako tangled her fingers into his hair. “he makes arrogance look so damn good that you just can’t be mad at him, you know?”

yeah, she knows.

his crooked little smile and intense gaze makes her hot just thinking about it.

but...

“ei... if you and i both like him to some degree...” she brought up, and he hummed softly.

“yeah? what about it?”

“what does that mean for us as a couple?” she asked, and his eyes dropped down to her lips as worry bubbled inside of het stomach. “i love you, but...”

“don’t make it sound like that.” he mused, a soft chuckle falling from his lips.

“i’m not breaking up with you for him anytime soon, ‘chako, and i trust you wouldn’t do that to me. you know you’re my girl, and you always will be. like hell am i letting an angel like you go.”

he pressed their lips together, and she hummed softly before pulling him closer to her body.

“i love you, baby...” he promised, and she nodded softly. “we just want him to be with us too, and that’s okay.”

is it really?

especially when the person they like would never agree?

katsuki’s only focused on his heroics, and there’s no way he’d ever date her, let alone the both of them.

if anything, he’d probably call them weird, or think they’re using him to cheat on one another.

that’s what she’d think of them if she were him and didn’t know any better.

“can i touch you?” eijirou asked, and she nodded as his hand slid higher up her thigh.

her legs squirmed when his index finger brushed aside her underwear, and he grinned.

“oh... you’re so wet thinking about him, baby...” he accused, and she covered her face with an arm.

“there’s a mess on your panties... and for what? do you wish i was him right now?” he asked, and she clenched her thighs shut around his hand as her back arched. “are you imagining him?”

“ei...” she murmured, still so unsure how she’s supposed to respond to things like that.

sure, he said it’s okay, but is it really fine to get like this over someone else?

she can’t help but feel so dirty thinking about another guy while her own boyfriend is with her.

“in the locker rooms, ochako, baby... he’s big even when soft.” he disclosed, and she whined.

“maybe i’m just some big ol’ pervert, but i can’t help but think about you pressed between us sometimes.”

“ei,—“

“shh... don’t feel bad.” he coo’ed, and she moved her arm to look up at him. “i’m not mad. i could never be mad over this...”

ochako rocked her hips into his hand.

“i get it.” he repeated, and her hand trailed down his chest slowly. “it’s not just you, angel.”

she swallowed thickly when her palm soon brushed his half-hard cock behind his shorts, and he smiled shakily.

“if you feel guilty, you’re gonna make me feel guilty, you know...”

“would you fuck him?” she wondered, and eijirou choked on a moan as her hand squeezed. “or do you go the other way?”

“i don’t care.” he breathed out, and she nodded as his finger rubbed between her soaked pussy lips. “i just want you and him in any way i can get, baby.”

his eyes shifted to the picture of their classmate, and she gripped the soft pillow before closing her eyes.

“can i talk to him?” eijirou begged, and she hummed. “can i talk to katsuki about us? about how he might feel?”

“what if he says no?”

“but what if he says yes, ochako?”