He knew when Katsuki bought him a rare Crimson Riot collectors card that must have cost a pretty penny.

He knew when Katsuki arched so beautifully off the bed as Eijirou licked, sucked and bit his way over pale skin and pink nipples.

After Izuku’s shower, because god damn did he need one, he walks out of the bathroom looking /entirely/ mortified. Ochako’s back on her recliner, tapping away at her holokeys and paying the world no attention.

Katsuki shakes his head. Those thoughts aren’t useful right now. The last thing he needs to do is worry about the past when the present is right in front of him.

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Part Twenty-Eight

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There’s a request in his inbox that Katsuki reads over with furrowed eyebrows. He doesn’t recognize this company from the list of ones that Nevermore showed him, but he reads through the main body anyway instead of trashing it.

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Part Twenty-Six

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And the longer it goes on, the closer Katsuki feels his orgasm as it crawls toward him. He’s crying out now, practically yeowling, and in the back of his mind he thinks Camie is probably rooting for him as she watches television in her underwear on his couch.

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Part Severnteen!
CW's: NSFW, Intersex omegas, Trans!Katsuki, AFAB Terms, No Condom, it's not Christmas anymore but somebody is still getting that stocking STUFFED

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He seems so interested in what Izuku has to say that he doesn’t even realize Katsuki is standing there. Not even when Izuku motions to him to ask for ‘Mr. Bakugo’s Code.’

“Building ‘X,’ you know the one.” The man scans something over Izuku’s PIC with a wink, still not looking at Katsuki.

Even Izuku strides with practiced ease, chattering away as his voice filters into Katsuki’s earpiece.

Something about this feels… /wrong,/ but Katsuki can’t put his finger on it as he follows Izuku.