"A decade of my life down the drain," Kaminari declares sadly. "Ten years of training. I had to get tubes in my ears! I had to go to the dentist like six times in a year!"

Mina laughs, accompanying the sound with a pat to Denki's back. "Bud. I think maybe tubes and teeth caps were a good idea. Even if we didn't find the mineral."

"We still have a twenty mile radius to sweep!" Midoriya says cheerfully. "And we're going to be at the other base in a day. Don't stress it, Kaminari!"

Jirou nods along, tearing at a napkin with her suit's fingers. "I'm excited to meet the other cadets. How long have they been up here again?"

Midoriya turns to her, smile clear even through his suit's visor. "Uhh, Kacchan's been here the longest I think. Two years. Kirishima's been here a year. Monoma's been here for 9 months. Iida and Neijre just got to base a week or so ago. I'd have to see my notes for the others."

"I had correspondence with Kirishima up until their Comms died out. Can you imagine what it would be like to be trapped in space with Monoma and Bakugou to keep you company?" Kaminari fakes a shiver.

"I wouldn't worry about Kirishima. He could befriend a rock. Him and Bakugou probably paint each other's nails and braid their hair."

Jirou waves a purple hand through the air. "Yeah. If we didn't have to wear the suits all the time." She says with a chuckle.

"I doubt they're spending their precious out of suit time painting nails. I know I wouldn't waste prime jack off time giving myself a manicure--"

"Kami! God," Mina interupts, scrubbing a hand down her visor. "We don't need to hear about your self pleasuring habits--"

"I am a man!" Kaminari shrieks, dodging Mina's attempt to wrestle him. "I have needs!"

Midoriya laughs, as he watches the display. He drops a leaf speciem from his dark green palm into the sorting box. Kacchan's going to hate having more people in his workspace.

He also probably wouldn't be super thrilled to see Midoriya. He kind of never was.

At least The Skeld was a huge base....

"The others are going to be here by day's end!" Kirishima shouts excitedly as he rewires the electrical panel. It's the second time he's had to fix the damn thing, and he's starting to wonder if there's such a thing as space rats.

"Woo fucking hoo," Bakugou grumbles, sparking his torch to seal the wire casings. "That means fucking Deku is going to be here to annoy me with his fucking mumbling."

"Ah, Blasty. Midoriya isn't so bad. And you gotta admit he takes the minerals and specimens so seriously!"

"Rocks, Ei. The nerd's obsessed with goddamn /rocks/."

"Space rocks, Katsuki! They're super interesting!"

Katsuki playfully flicks the pointy creases on the crown of Kirishima's red suit. "You only think that because your brain is made of space rocks." He offers a sort of grin/baring of teeth, before he slams his torch in his toolbox. "What tasks do we have left today?"

"Trash compactor in cafeteria needs emptied. And I think we might need to check the reactor in O2."

Bakugou curses. "That's the fucking sixth time this week! Do you honestly believe someone isn't sabatoging the fucking equipment??"

"No way, man! These people are our friends, Katsuki! And they live here too! Why would they want to mess with our home?"

"Fuck if I know," Katsuki says, pushing Kirishima towards the hall. "I just know it's not normal for wires to unravel themselves, o2 reactors to malfunction, or doors to shut without commands. I've been here a long ass time. This shit ain't typical."

"Maybe it's pranks!" Kirishima tries to justify. The constant repairs aren't funny, so if it /is/ pranks, the person doing them needs a serious lesson in comedy.

"Pranks? Ei. Those malfunctions could KILL us."

Oh god, when Katsuki puts it that way.... "We.. always fix them in time." He bites his lip and Katsuki nudges his arm to get him to stop the nervous habit. Their suits squeak when they rub together. "I just..." The floor suddenly becomes interesting. He can't meet Katsuki's eyes.

"I just don't want to get scared." He whispers. He tries hard not to let Katsuki hear him but he needs to say it. "We're all alone up here, yaknow? If something really was wrong... I think we'd be on our own."

"Pft. You got me. And I got you, yeah? We aren't on our own, dumbass." He sighs. Maybe he's trying to make Kirishima feel better because adds, "plus. You might be right. Maybe it's a shitty prank."

It's not a prank.

Kirishima wakes up a mere two hours before the second crew is set to arrive to the scream of the emergency meeting alarms.

When they'd first moved into The Skeld, Kiri had treated the button as a joke. /"What, do we press it if we run out of toliet paper?"/

He never thought they'd actually need it.

After all, there was no sentient life on this planet (that they'd discovered) so he couldn't fathom what would be cause for them to press it.

They had plenty of breathable air for unsuited times, they were well stocked on water and food, they had fire extinguishers and wash stations in every room.

Boredom and inconvience was the only reason Kirishima could see for touching the big red button.

He's literally crossing his fingers in his suit as he runs down the hallway to the cafeteria.

What are the chances Monoma leaned on the button by mistake? That Iida knocked over a glass on it?

"Fuck!" Katsuki shouts at him as soon as he sees the crimson flash of his suit enter the cafe. "You goddamn idiot, I thought something happened to you! Jesus, you lazy ass, if you were hurt I was going to KICK. YOUR. ASS." Katsuki snarls, fisting the collar of his suit.

"Hurt?" Kirishima asks, eyes drawn to the way Katsuki's fingers tremble on his chest. "Is someone hurt? Is that why the button was pressed?"

Everyone's quiet for a second. Kirishima watches each of their faces. Sees the shudders in their limbs, and the white fear in their eyes.

"Eijirou," Katsuki says softly. "White's.. dead."

White is Katsuki's nickname for Neito Monoma, a crewmember of theirs. Katsuki likes to pretend these people, their friends, are nothing more than the color suit they wear.

Neito's an ass, snarky and rude, but whatever happened to him he didn't deserve it.

"What happened?"

Sure, their job could be hazardous. They had decomination centers, and electricity, and speciems that were so acidic they bordered on lethal.

But they were trained. They were supposed to be /careful/.

"Someone killed him." Iida says, the accusation clear in the air. "One of us killed him."

"Wait. Wait, hold on." Her fingers twirl nervously with the zipper on her cyan suit. "This is crazy! Are you seriously implying Monoma was MURDERED?? What about heart attacks, underlying disease?? Allergies?? That's so much more likely than one of us being a murderer!"

Iida tilts his head back, his glasses sliding to fit more snug on his face. "I wish those were possibilties. But.. none of those reflect that state I found him in."

"Oh my god," Kirishima blurts. This can't be happening. "We have to warn Midoriya's crew! They can't come here!"

"You said it yourself earlier, Shitty Hair. Comms are down. They've /been/ down. We don't know when they're expected to arrive. Hell, we don't know if Deku is still alive."

Silence falls on them all again. There's nothing they can do, there's no way for them to warn the second crew.

Iida clears his throat. "I tried to contact Mira HQ. I left messages but as far as I'm aware they haven't sent."

"Fuck HQ." Bakugou shouts. "I'm not fucking dying here! Which one of you assholes did this??"

"Iida found the body!" Neijre shouts. "Maybe he did it!"

Kirishima scubs a hand down his visor, his other hand grabbing Katsuki's wrist. He tries to squeeze in comfort, but he's not sure that Katsuki can feel it through the suit. "What if, what if someone or... something came aboard? Let's not throw out accusations."

"Accusing people is only going to make the situation worse. When Midoriya's team arrives we can brainstorm a more.... permanent solution. But for now, I think we should go about our tasks and continue trying to reach Mira."

"THAT'S your genius plan?" Katsuki yells, shaking Kirishima off to take a step toward Iida. "PRETEND LIKE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN?"

"No! Not pretend it didn't happen! Just stop accusing others when we have no evidence! In the meantime, everyone should be scanning themselves in medbay and recording the data on the chart. Failure to do your tasks will be grounds for suspicion."

"Murdering someone is fucking grounds for suspicion!"

"Bro. Iida's right. Have you ever seen a movie? We'll all go crazy up here pointing fingers. We need to.... I don't know. Just not start a witch hunt but still look for the guilty party."

"Until then I don't think it's crazy to suggest we move in pairs." Iida pulls back the cafeteria chair to sit at the table. "I think we should move together at all times, excluding suit free times of course."

"Pairs? Isn't that.. i dunno. Dangerous?" Kirishima cuts in.

"Pairs are risky. But at best it could clear two people of any further crime."

"At worst, it gets two people murdered." Katsuki cuts in. "You're also assuming there's going to be more murders. What, did you not get enough blood the first time?"

"Please stop accusing me of murder. I am not guilty. I'm just explaining how we don't /know/ if this is an outlier or something that's going to happen again."

"No. No. No." Neijre shakes her head. "This is not happening to me. I am not in a freaking clue game with a killer!"

Kirishima's teeth dig into his lip as he turns to Bakugou. Iida's right. They have no idea if someone just hated Monoma enough to hurt him or if they just chose him because they planned on taking everyone out anyway.

Either way, they were all in danger.

And Kirishima was going to do everything to keep Katsuki safe.

×××××

"At least we got paired!" Kirishima says with a smile as he pulls the filter out of the lower engine.

Katsuki hums beside him as he downloads data from his tablet. "We would have been together anyway, idiot. You follow me around all day."

Kirishima chuckles as he pats the filter on his suit leg. "Not all day. I give you privacy during offsuit. It would be embarassing for me to hang around then."

Under the flourscent lights, Katsuki's cheeks pinken. "Fucking... what are you even saying," he mumbles++

,yanking the tranference cable out of the data box. "It's not like I do anything embarassing then! I just shower and shit."

Oh. "Oh. Well. I guess we spend it differently, then!" He says cheerfully.

Katsuki's lips flatten into a straight line. "I don't need to know what you do, asshole. I can guess and it's disgusting."

"Jacking off is not disgusting, Katsuki! It's healthy! Plus, it would be rude of me not to use the company distributed masturbator--"

Katsuki slams the wall panel close. "Shut the fuck up!" The red flush has spread to his ears. "I don't need, I don't--"

"Bro, are you blushing?" Kirishima teases as he reconnects the filter. They might ought to see about getting another one soon, this one is a little threadbare. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable!"

"Fuck you! I'm not uncomfortable!"

Kirishima slings an arm over Katsuki's orange shoulder. "Maybe if you were more like me you wouldn't be so tense." He tucks Katsuki into his side. The blonde immediately pushes against him to flip him off.

Before Katsuki can retort, or cuss him out, the overhead lights dim.

Midiroya's crew has arrived.

"Kacchan!" The man in the dark green suit shouts as soon as Katsuki and Kirishima get close. The guy looks like he's seconds away from throwing his arms around Bakugou, which Kirishima knows is a VERY bad idea, before he seems to think better of it. His smile is ten thousand watt

his freckled face stretched to the limits with his joy. He rocks forward on his toes like and excited yorkie pup. "It's so good to see you! It's been too long!"

"Not long enough," Katsuki mumbles with a cross of his arms.

Kirishima elbows Katsuki in the ribs. "It's nice to meet you, Midoriya!" He offers his hand for greeting. "I'd apologize for Katsuki, but you know him pretty well."

For a second, Midoriya looks like he's been slapped before he recovers. "Yeah, yeah I know /Katsuki/ pretty well."

At the drop of his first name, Bakugou snarls.

"Anyway! I'm Eijirou Kirishima! Which one of you is Kaminari?"

"Me, in the yellow!" A blonde steps forward, offering his knuckles. "Bro. So nice to finally meet you."

"Bro." Kirishima agrees, tapping their fists together. "Uh dude, not to like immediately call you out, but your suit--"

"Yeah." Kaminari interupts. "I know. /SOMEONE/ thought it was funny to put blush on the hood."

"It /is/ funny." A woman's voice says. "You look like pikachu."

"Exactly like pikachu." Another woman adds with a laugh.

Mina Ashido and Kyouka Jirou are two of the only female crewmates in Midoriya's convoy. Mina looks slightly familar to Kirishima but he can't quite place her. She has brown skin and dyed pink curls and lots of makeup painted on her face and he knows he knows her from somewhere.

Her suit is bright pink and kind of hard to look at, but Kirishima instantly knows he's going to enjoy her company.

Jirou is dressed in dark purple. Her hair matches her suit as well. A black choker is visible in her visor and her whole astethic screams punk.

If her's screams punk, Tokoyami's whole vibe screams GOTH. His suit is black, and his visor is tented like the old plague masks in history books. He gives an noncommital wave as be enters from decontamination, and a slight bow.

Five more colors. Five more people to keep safe.

After the rest of the introductions, Iida cuts in with a chop of his hand. "We should go over tasks and outsuit hours before we dismiss." He pulls out a blue binder and unclips the rings to slide a packet out for each new member.

"This introduction packet includes a map of Skeld. Each room is labeled, as well as ventilation systems and decontamination areas. The next page includes a list of daily tasks, weekly common tasks, and codes. If you turn the next page--

--you'll see current speciem objectives, scheduled offsuit times-obviously you will stay in your quarters for those times-- and the menu for this season." Iida closes the binder. "As for other information. Your room keys are enscribed on the last page, we are currently working---

---all tasks in pairs, and one of our crewmates was recently murdered."

All five members eyes snap up.

"Ya boi did NOT just say someone was murdered." Backing up, Kaminari tries to make the sign of the cross with his fingers through his suit.

"You could have done that with a tad bit more tack." Kiri groans. "We know it's not really a situation anyone wants to walk in on. But it's been two days and no one else has been murd--god. I sound like I'm congratulating the killer for self control. This situation is fucked."

"We should offer to fuel up your rover and let you head out," Neijre starts. "Actually, yes! Let's do that! I can come too! I straight up do not want to be murdered here!"

"That would be great. But there's a reason our arrival was delayed. Our rover stalled MILES from here. We walked for an entire day just to arrive. More importantly, why wasn't the body reported?" Midoriya asks, eyes lingering on them all. "We got no alert on comms."

"Communication is down," Katsuki tells them, his hands shoved in his suit pockets. "I tried repairing it with no fucking luck."

"Let Kami have a look," Jirou says. "He's good with all things electrical."

Turns out, "being good with all things electrical" translated to Kaminari putting CHEWING GUM in the wire panel to secure the connection.

Katsuki was well on his way to kick the blonde's ass, but Kirishima pulled him back because technically it /had/ worked.

The lights dim three times, and Kirishima sighs as he pushes away from his chair. When he stands, he bends at the waist, his spine cracking because gods he's been sitting here for three hours.

Katsuki drops his book to his lap, his ref eyes watching as Kiri reaches for his toes.

"Thirty minutes until offsuit time. I am so ready, bro. I need a hot steam." He rubs at his sore shoulders. "My shoulders *ache.*"

Katsuki tchs, and swings his legs off the dashboard. (Where they definitely shouldn'thave been.) "Come here, stupid. Let me give a feel."

Kirishima tries not to blush, as he shuffles over to Katsuki. His best friend is super smart and super talented so it's no doubt he's probably good at checking muscles for knots or tension or whatever he's planning to do.

The suit stops Kirishima from feeling the heat++

++of Katsuki's hands or the callouses that he probably has on his palms. He tries not to pout as the rubber-like material of the suit denies him of a true massage experience.

"Damn, you do have stiff muscles. Are you doing those yoga poses I fucking gave you?"

Kirishima flushes. "Sometimes. They're kind of hard! And I'm kinda huge!"

"Idiot," Katsuki grumbles somewhat fondly as he squeezes at Kirishima's muscles. "They get easier if you actually do them. We can do them together or whatever. IThat way I know you're doin them."

"Bro... isn't that, I mean, wouldn't we be in offsuit times? I can't imagine yoga in this thing."

Katsuki drops his hands, his eyes looking anywhere but at Kirishima. "I don't fucking mind if you don't." His cheeks flush red and under the dim lights it's so much more noticeable.

It's not a huge deal, really. But Kirishima's chest tightens. It FEELS like a big deal. The whole time he's been on this base Katsuki has NEVER spent offsuit times with someone else.

As far as he knows, none of their current crew has spent time together. He suspected Tetsutetsu, a crewmember for MIRA HQ, of spending offsuit time with Monoma about a year ago when their crews merged but that's it.

They'll have to report their decision to Iida. Spending Offsuit together is usually... He's going to think, going to ASSUME that they're--

"Chill the fuck out, Eijirou. Goddamn. We don't have to. It was just a fucking suggestion." Katsuki spits, slamming his book closed.

Katsuki pushes away from his copilot chair and makes to shove Eiji's shoulder as he storms out. As soon as he gets close, Kirishima wraps his hand arouns his forearm and draws him back. "Sorry!" He immediately apologizes. "I'm sorry. It's fine. I'm fine. Let's do yoga together."

Katsuki still doesn't look at him. "I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of nothing. I saw your face! What? You don't want to see each other out of the suit? You got some nasty scars or blemishes or something?"

"What? No. That's not it at all. Bro. You can be so dense sometimes. It's...Iida's going to think we're... you know."

Katsuki's face swings back to him and for a second he's not sure if it's amusement or rage painting his features.

"You can talk about cumming in a masterbator but you aren't man enough to say 'fucking'? And who fucking cares what Glasses thinks. I don't give a fuck if they all think we're fucking."

If Iida thinks him and Katsuki are fucking he doesn't say anything to Kirishima's face.

It's sort of awkward, even if it isn't like that, and for a second Kirishima reminisces how on Earth if he had wanted, he could have partook in some spur of the moment sex.

People did it all the time, strangers coming together at clubs, people hiding in closets at workspaces, risky people in public alleys.

But here, it space, where they hardly ever left their suits, and only in their personal rooms...

There definitely was no spontaneity.

Or a partner to be spontaneous with!

Sure, he flirted with Katsuki at every turn, and absolutely yes, he wanted to be under the blonde, or over him, or spooning him from the side--

But Katsuki just wanted to be friends. So Kirishima was just gonna swallow all his lust and uh,,, other feelings for his bro.

As he contemplates the magical world where he tells Katsuki and his feelings are returned, Kirishima passes the Weapons room. There shouldn't be anyone inside, since the dimmed lights tell them they have ten minutes until off suit time, but Kiri swears he sees movement.

He flicks on the light swtich as he fully steps into the room.

There's nothing. No one.

But as he stands there, gaze flicking over the scenery and the open panel, he realizes the room feels occupied.

Which is insane.

"I need a shower and a nap." He mutters as he flicks off the light and turns toward his bunk. It's been a long day.

For a second, Kirishima considers making a detour to security to look at the cameras.

But that's ridiculous. That's like admitting that he doesn't trust his crewmates, his /friends/.

And it's not like anyone was actually IN Weapons.

Kirishima swipes his entry key card to his room just as the lights dim for the final time. His door seals shut behind him as the sprayers installed in the ceiling release the decontamination mist.

He stands there, arms held out and legs spread for exactly three minutes. When the spray stops, the oxygen vents kick on to spread breathable air into his sealed room.

His fingers immediately jump to the buckles securing his helmet to his suit. Metal clinks as he unlatches.

The hiss of his suit being released fills the air as he pulls himself free. He quickly pulls the zipper down to step out and finally be without it.

He's pretty sure everyone else wears clothes under their suits. Sometimes he can see the collars of shirts in his friend's visors.

But Kirishima has always been hotblooded.

Plus, it's not like anyone would ever find out that he doesn't wear clothes under his suit. He's not an animal. It's not like he's out here freeballin'.

He wears his jockstrap!

And his socks!

He takes off both before stepping into his en suite bathroom. There's a camera in the corner of the main room, like everyone else's, but he's never really noticed it. It's not like anyone can access personal quarter cameras in the security room.

Infact, if someone wanted to see Kirishima's room cam, they'd have to have his ID too. The ID that never leaves his suit.

The cams are programmed that way for confidentiality-- to guarantee that no creep is out there watching outsuit times.

Kirishima relieves his bladder, and starts his shower. While it heats, he unbraids the side of his hair. He's never really been in love with his body, but as he stands in the mirror, he has to admit it's not horrible.

He's worked hard to be very fit. Every morning before tasks, he lifts weights. He watches what he eats and runs treadmill when he can. He has a little squish on his hipbones, but he does have a very defined stomach. His arms are nice, but his legs resemble tree trunks.

"I bet Katsuki would like them," he whispers as he pinches the side of his massive thigh. "Maybe."

The best part about him hands down, was his ass. If he were being fully honest with himself, he's never seen a better ass on a man.

It's round and firm, two melons craddled in a jock strap.

It's a crime that their suits hide everything. Katsuki's probably got an ass to rival Kirishima's, and there's not one hint that he might.

Katsuki's face is the only thing Kirishima's seen, but it doesn't matter. It's enough. Katsuki is goregous, with sharp cheekbones and slightly pointed canines. He has a full brow, and red eyes that look like a distant planet's.

The rest of him is sure to impress.

Kirishima groans. He needs to stop thinking about Katsuki before he gets any harder. He still has a shower to take, and food to eat before he can indulge.

His options for dinner are pouch spaghetti or pouch curry. The mre's are super handy, a hot meal is made is seconds, but they're nothing compared to actual homemade food.

Kirishima squirts his shampoo into his right hand and closes his eyes to thread the liquid into the strands.

He tries not to think about what Katsuki will say about his two toned hair when he sees it. The roots are a dark black, slowly reclaiming the red that he dyed it.

His shampoo has a red tint in it, but honestly that's it. He hasn't been able to redye it in a bit.

Kirishima tilts his head back to rinse.

They get off suit time for the remainder of the night and into a tiny sliver of the morning. Sleeping in suits would be awful so they don't.

Offsuit in the AM is long enough to eat breakfast and do yoga.

Wait.

Kirishima pauses with his loofa dripping body wash.

Wait a fucking second.

Oh Gods.

Katsuki's going to have to stay the entire night with him!

There's not.... they don't....

Decontamination/oxygen in rooms doesn't lift at all throughout the night. Meaning no one can open their bedroom door without undergoing the whole process again.

He's pretty sure it doesn't even work like that. Those systems are designed on a schedule automatically. It's probably impossible to have one room out of eleven restart the decontamination process just because two people wanna stop hanging out.

Katsuki's going to have to come over wheb offsuit time starts and they're going to be together until they reenter suit time in the morning.

A whole night.

Together.

In the same bed.

Unless of course Katsuki wants him to sleep on the floor! He totally would! Actually he's just going to go ahead and suggest that tomorrow so Katsuki doesn't think he's trying to get too comfortable at night.

Has Katsuki thought about the logistics?! Or is he in his room right now, laying in bed, realizing that he's going to be with Kirishima for a whole twelve hours?

Is he naked while he comes to the discovery?

Sure, Katsuki had practically admitted to never using the masturbator, but that /couldn't/ mean he didn't get off?

Maybe he touched himself in the shower? Skin tinted pink under warm water?

With a groan, Kirishima rinses off and steps out of the shower stall. He wraps his hair up in a towel and quickly runs another over his skin as he walks into the main room.

His stomach rumbles and he knows he needs to eat but...

Instead he bends down by his beside draw and pulls out his lube and masturbator.

He's also a different kind of hungry right now.

He supposes the company had tried their best to supply a "One size fits all" toy. The outside case of the toy is mostly smooth black hard plastic in the shape of a cylinder with indents in the middle for gripping. In those indents there's rough bumps in the middle.

On one end plush silcone sticks out like two pillows. It's a pale color, a light tan, and Kirishima's honestly not sure what it's supposed to be. It's kind of shitty to assume everyone on board would be attracted to the same genitalia, maybe they were vague on purpose?

For the fiftieth time he wonders if the women on board get the same toy? Or do they get something different? He can't really see how they'd get pleasure from this toy, but...

Kirishima reaches in the draw again for one of the rubber attachments and the plastic cap for the bottom. A rubber pouch fits into the bottom cap just below the ridges that will be screwed into the toy. The cap holds about 4 ozs. It's for catching cum and easy clean up.

Also, the instruction manual they got with it on day one outlined how it's a /just in case measure/ for the possible event of gravity loss on the base. If something were to go wrong, no one wanted jizz to be floating around.

Kirishima screws the cap on the bottom of the masturbator and spreads the tiny hole between plump silcone to squirt copious amounts of lube inside.

If Kirishima ever gets to meet the person that signed off on these, he's definitely going to hold a whole conversation just to talk that person into picking something else. Or offering a survey to crewmates so they can select their preference out of several options.

It's not that this toy is awful. It clearly does the job, but it's a tad bit small. And if he's being honest, it feels completly fake and it breaks the illusion in his head.

There's no suction inside, no hot clench, like he knows Katsuki's insides would.

He briefly entertained the idea of microwaving the toy, just a little!, to warm it. Or maybe heating the lube!

But he really really didn't want to go to medbay and explain why he had burns if he misjudged the temperature.

He kind of wishes he had more than the one, could alternate which ones he used and where. God, to be able to press one to his lips and pretend Katsuki's legs were spread next to his ears as he fucked into and back on one--

When Eijirou presses the tip of his cock inside he exhales. It's honestly his favorite part of the whole experience, feeling the tight ring of silicone spread to accommodate him. He loves to imagine finally taking Katsuki, watching him tremble and his eyes fill with tears.

Katsuki will probably fight him to top, and Kirishima honestly has no issues letting the blonde dominate. But not the first time. The first time, Kirishima wants to ruin him. Break him. Get him addicted to the touch only /he/ can give.

He wants all that proud cockiness to melt out of Katsuki as he cums and cums and--

"Fuck," Eijirou whispers as he shoves the silcone down as far as it goes. He bucks his hips up, grinds in, as his head shoots back on the pillow. "Fuck, Katsuki."

Kirishima's next groan is interrupted by the ringing of his tablet. The rectangle buzzes against the wood it's laying on until Kirishima has to abandon his cock or have it buzz off and bust the screen.

Katsuki's video calling him.

Katsuki never video calls him.

In light of the recent events Eijirou doesn't even think about throwing his blanket over his lap and reigning in his quickened breaths as he presses the green answer button.

"Shitty Hair," Katsuki greets as soon as the screens connect. His blonde hair is mussed and damp from a shower. He looks to be reclining on pillows and Ei wonders if he was really laying in bed and thinking about their soon to be had sleepover.

"Katsuki," Eijirou responds, sitting up to try not to look like he hadn't just moaned his best friend's name. "Are you okay?"

"No." Katsuki shifts and Eijirou hears the rustle of his sheets.

He sinks his teeth into his lip, tries hard to ignore the wet clutch of the toy around his cock while Katsuki's eyes pierce into his soul.

"What mres do you have? I ain't eating junk tomorrow." His eyes flick to the side. "I have to bring them out with me when the day starts tomorrow."

//Because I'll be staying with you.//

Eijirou swallows and says shakily. "I have mostly spaghetti left."

He'd eaten them kinda stupidly, starting with his favorite and devouring them until only his least favorite was left.

Trying to be discreet, Kirishima reaches down to adjust the toy. It's so wet and his cock both likes it and hates being still.

"I have thai chicken and Jamaican porkchop. And if you're super lucky I might share my last Spicy Beef with you."

"Mhm," Eijirou says absently, accidently dragging the toy up his shaft. He's pretty sure his eyes flutter but he really can't help it.

"All right damn, you can have it. I can eat the peppered tuna. You better have something to entertain me too, I'm not just gonna sit there all night and watch you stare at the fucking wall."

Fuckkkkk.... Katsuki voice is really a goddamn gift as he fucks into his toy. H

He should really be listening to the actual content of Katsuki's words, but he lets the rough timbre fill his head until he can pretend Katsuki's saying his name and chanting, "More, more, more-"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Katsuki suddenly growls. He's leaning over his tablet, and Kirishima sees his pale collarbone. "You're all red."

Kirishima immediately pulls his hand away, his heart slamming against his ribs. "S-sorry. Yeah, I can find something--"

"Oh my fucking gods. You're jacking off!"

Kirishima flushes harder. "It's not like I just started! You interrupted me when you called!"

"Why didn't you just call me back?! Hell, at the very least why didn't you just stop until the call was over?!"

"I did stop!" Kirishima tries to defend. "But the lube's slipping down and it tickles! And you, I mean, I..."

"God, you're digusting." Katsuki chuffs, but he's very much not hanging up. "I can't believe you're beating your dick on a call."

"Yeah, well. I can't believe you won't admit to using the damn toy!" The words burst out before Kirishima can stop them.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "It's fucking useless."

"Nu uh! Orgasms improve mental health and help ease stress!" One of his best bros had told him that years ago.

"No, you dumb fuck. I mean the toy's fucking useless for me. It doesn't..." Katsuki's ears turn a bright orange and he mumbles, "It doesn't fit right."

"Oh." Kirishima manages. Curiousity eats at him. HOW EXACTLY DID IT NOT FIT?! He clears his throat nonchalantly. "How so?"

"It just fucking doesn't alright?" Katsuki snaps. Movement-- there's the loud slam of wood, as Katsuki aggressively pulls out his bedside drawer and removes his toy for Eijirou to see. His entire face is red, his neck too. "See?!"

Ohmyfuckinggod.

"It's broken." Kirishima chokes, his spit sliding down into his lungs. He coughs, /chokes/ and it takes a few seconds of beating on his own pec before he can inhale easily. "It's split."

"Stop thinking!" Katsuki shouts. He tosses the toy off screen and Kiri hears it hit something in the room. "It had a fucking crack already!"

"You should have said something!" Kirishima scrambles for words but his brain is mush. How big was Katsuki's cock?! Was the toy seriously already cracked or....

"Why would I say something to YOU about it?!"

Kirishima's very aware that they're screaming at each other with flushed faces. "I DUNNO! YOU COULD HAVE USED MINE OR SOMETHING! MAYBE THAT'S WHY YOU'RE SO GRUMPY!"

"FUCK YOU!" Katsuki snarls.

Ei's lips tip into a curl. "IF YOU THOUGHT THAT WOULD HELP YOUR ATTITUDE BRO--"

Katsuki hangs up on him.

Kirishima smiles into the pillows.

×××××

Ei exhausts himself jacking off. He bites his lower lip until bleeds, digs his nails into his headboard so he doesn't shout Katsuki's name or call him back just to make him watch as he comes.

He's fighting sleep as soon as he removes the cap from the bottom of the toy. His limbs feel like overcooked pasta, and his mind is blissfully empty except leftover thoughts of Bakugou.

Earlier his brain had been focused on the horny images. The shape of Katsuki's mouth as his cock spurts white, the way his shoulders probably shake when he feels good.

But now, half asleep, he occupies himself imagining Katsuki in the post glow.

He imagines how warm and sweaty Katsuki's arm and back will be as they cuddle. What his breaths sound like as he starts to dream. He wonders if Katsuki will press a kiss under his ear and whisper sweet words.

He hopes to find out one day.

He dreams of Katsuki alot, and tonight is no different. The dream doesn't make any sense, but it's not a nightmare. He dreams of odd things, of fantasy tasks and a tea party until he's forced awake.

Ei isn't sure why he was pulled from REM. He doesn't move as he adjusts to the darkness of the room, to being awake. His brain tells him not to, that it's very important not to draw attention to himself and he wonders if he actually was having a nightmare afterall.

It sort of feels like he's in a nightmare now. Or one of those old horror movies he watched when he was younger.

The hair on his arms stands up, tingles in the air like someone's standing directly behind him and he expects their touch on the back of his neck at any moment.

He shuts his eyes, because maybe he's lucid dreaming. Maybe if he "goes to sleep" the dream will change to something else.

But it feels real when Kirishima hears movement in his room. When he hears his suit being picked up off the floor.

He swear he hears footsteps, maybe something else, until he hears a metallic shift and then it's quiet.

The room is silent but he doesn't dare move.

It doesn't feel safe. Even if it's only a dream.

So he alternates between holding his breath and being unable to catch it.

When the overhead lights come on and signal the time to get back into suits Kirishima realizes somehow, someone was in his room.

He doesn't want to get in his suit. Not when he knows someone touched it.

He wanted this all to be a prank so bad. He wanted Neito to jump out during tasks to shout, "fuck you losers, I was FAKING."

He wanted everyone to laugh and cry at the reveal.

He didn't want to be afraid.

He didn't want to be suspicious of his crewmembers.

Once he's in his suit and decontamination is done, he storms from his room. On a normal day, when he wasn't traumatized out of his mind, he'd skip to Katsuki's door to wait. They'd match tasks and get started.

He's half way down the hall when he hears stomping behind him.

"What, you're going to be fucking weird now? After last night?"

That's not it at all. Gods. He wishes it was.

"Kiri! Ei. Come on, slow the fuck down, alright?" Katsuki grips his arm as they enter cafeteria. Ei beelines for the center table. "HEY! Listen to me you--"

Katsuki's words fall soft when Kirishima flips the plastic case over the button for an emergency meeting.

Heart in this throat, he presses the red button. Red lights and alarms sound immediately.

"Hey," Katsuki turns him around. He knows he's sees the dark circles under his eyes. The bruise on his lip that was made before someone entered his room. "What's going on?"

Grabbing Katsuki like a lifeline, Kirishima whispers, "Someone was in my room, Katsuki. I think they came through the vents."