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4 also battles it out for the top spot for me because he has that haunted look in his eyes, like when it's him in the present but he's being inhabited by his younger self 🥺 it's the eyes, especially his left, in 4 that do it for me, Em 😭🤍✨🙏

You did an AMAZING job on all of them!🤍 I can see why they would have been so challenging, but you would never know they weren't effortless from the end result. ✨ 1 is CAPTIVATING, it's /so/ the Yashiro that you can't look away from (as in that side of his personality)

Please 😭

Oh yeah, he's a stark black and white boy. I love silver and red coats too. 🩶❤️ Yes, same with the headbutting. 😆

My phone 🤝 Drabble's phone
drabble → Drabble

Despite what people might say, Katsuki's not really the asshole he pretends to be, and he was generous enough to let Eijirou borrow his hoodie, help him tie it around his waist so it would (mostly) cover up the stain, on the walk home.

let go. He thought it when he saw Katsuki do mundane things like tape up his wrists for training or adjust the volume on his hearing aids or concentrate as he wrote notes in that neat handwriting of his. It was that thought, I am so, so gone for him. I am so screwed.

That was when Eijirou—unmistakably—saw Katsuki's lips quirk up in a knowing smile.

And.

It's not like Eijirou hadn't had this thought a million times before—

He'd thought it when he fought with Katsuki at the USJ, he'd thought it when he'd grabbed Katsuki's hand mid-air and swore he would never

The train hit a bump, and Eijirou's arousal spiked hard when it caused his dick to press suddenly further against Katsuki's ass.

Eijirou blew out a harsh breath, and he was starting to feel a little mortified at the precum that leaked from his tip. Fuckfuckfuck.

Katsuki had his thumb on his phone screen, and he was either totally engrossed in whatever he was reading or he was willfully pretending not to notice the fresh hell his boyfriend was going through underneath him.

The train sped up then, and the constant hum and rattle of the moving car made Katsuki's ass essentially vibrate against Kirishima's erection. Kirishima never would have believed that such amazing fortune in life could also be such torture.

Katsuki leaned back to get comfortable like a cat stretching lazily, and he appeared not to give a single fuck what his ass moving like that might do to Eijirou's crotch.

Kaminari plopped easily onto Mina's legs while she filmed a snap story on her phone, and Yaomomo pulled Jirou into her when the train jerked to a start.

Of course, Katsuki pushed Eijirou into the first free seat they saw, muttering, "hurry," and he pressed himself into Eijirou's lap.

On their way home, they piled into a crowded train, and even standing room was scarce. Comfortable with one another, different pairs of friends and couples sat close or in another's lap.

Embarrassingly, if he was watching Katsuki losing it, he hardly even had to be touched and he was already coming.

Katsuki was none the wiser. Or so Eijirou thought for a while.

Then, one night, a whole group of former UA students went out for karaoke.

#KRBKMonthNSFW2025 Day 4 - “group date”

Katsuki was adorably sensitive—to everything—and he trusted Eijirou implicitly to never take things farther than he could handle.

Eijirou was ridiculously, stupidly happy.

He just, more than ever before, could 𝘯𝘰𝘵 suppress his orgasms.