This is all just fluff. All two thousand two hundred eleven of them. Enjoy it while you remember that my fics always have balance. 

"So," I trailed off awkwardly. "What'd we do now?" 

Bakugou or Katsuki or whatever I was supposed to call him now, laughed at my question. "We eat breakfast. Your mom's working this weekend, right?" I nodded while he stood from the bed. "Then let's go." 

He is way too casual about this, I thought as I watched him walk out of the room. I turned my head as Eijirou walked over to where I was still seated at Katsuki's desk. He offered me a hand, a warm smile on his face. 

"This is... gonna be really weird, isn't it?" I asked, placing my hand in his and allowing him to pull me to my feet. 

He laughed at my question, holding my hand as he led me towards the kitchen. "Dating Katsuki definitely takes some time to get used to." 

"Does he just... laugh like that all the time around you?" I asked him as he walked. 

"Mhm," he hummed in reply. 

Just as we reached the bottom of the stairs we heard the sound of glass shattering and Katsuki yelling "Fuck!" at the top of his lungs. I winced at the loud noise, my head still killing me.

"What'd you break this time?" Eijirou called, much softer than Katsuki had yelled, as we finally entered the kitchen, the blond was nowhere in sight. 

"Fucking bowl," I heard him grumble and realized he was crouched down behind the kitchen island. Eijirou nudged me towards a stool at said island and walked around to help clean up. 

I let my head drop into my hands. I had tried to ignore my headache for as long as I could, my anger and hurt overtaking the physical pain of it, but now there was nothing I could do against the sharp throb. "Next time you break something, can you try not to yell about it?" I asked in defeat. 

"Why do you care if I yell?" I heard him respond, as well as the twinkling of glass shards hitting each other. 

"Killer migraine." I wasn't even sure if he could understand what I'd said, because it was pretty much just a groan of pain. 

After a moment, in which I assumed Eijirou had explained about my head, he said in a quiet voice, "Shit, I didn't know." 

"You're fine," I said, waving him off although he probably didn't see it. 

"Here," a plate was slid in front of me with French toast on it. "You should eat." 

As soon as the fork was in my hand, I was scarfing it down. I hadn't realized how starving I was until food was right in front of my face. I heard both boys laughing at me, but I didn't care about anything other than that French toast. 

"You know," I said in between bites. "Everyone else was completely wrong before." 

"About what?" the redhead asked, his head tilted in confusion. 

I swallowed the piece I had just been chewing before I responded. "Kacchan's love language isn't bullying, it's cooking." 

I watched as the blond crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter behind him. "Whatever." 

"Do you admit it?" I pestered him more, pointing my empty fork at him. 

"Do I have to?" His brow was raised as he asked. 

"Yes." 

"Fine then, I admit it or whatever," Katsuki said, rolling his eyes and handing Eijirou a clean plate so he could grab food. 

"So you admit to loving Kaminari?" 

"What?!" Katsuki shouted. 

"Ouch," I mumbled, rubbing at my forehead. 

"You deserved that one," Eijirou said with a chuckle, grabbing a few pieces of French toast before joining me at the island. "You did it on purpose." 

"It was funny," I complained. 

"Fucking hilarious," Katsuki bitterly muttered under his breath, grabbing his own food and electing to stand at the other side of the counter space, facing Eijirou and I. 

Having him directly in front of me, drew my attention to his red and scraped up knuckles. "What the hell happened?" I asked suddenly. 

The blond blinked at me, clearly confused. "Huh?" 

"Your hand." 

He looked down at the injury like he'd completely forgotten about it. "Oh, that. It's nothing, you should see the other guy." He was smirking proudly. 

"What happened?" I asked again, looking away from his hand and narrowing my eyes at him. When the hell did he get into a fight? 

"I beat the shit out of the guy who drugged you." He admitted it easily. 

"I told you that earlier," Eijirou reminded me. 

"Oh." 

Katsuki chuckled. "Is that all you know how to say today, damn nerd?" 

"Did you clean them?" I asked, looking at him expectantly. 

He looked me up and down, confusion clear as day on his face. "Clean what?" 

"You knuckles, dumbass," I said while rolling my eyes in the most dramatic way possible. 

"Deku, it's just a few, little cuts. It's not a big deal." He wasn't doing a very good job of convincing me, but I admired the effort. 

"Can neither of you take care of yourselves?" I threw my hands in the air, baffled at their lack of self-care. I abruptly stood, grabbing Katsuki's hand as I went and dragged his ass up the stairs to the bathroom. "Sit," I instructed, already opening the cupboard I now knew house the first aid kit. 

Eijirou's laugh could be heard from the bathroom door. I looked over my shoulder to find him leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. "So demanding." 

"You don't get to make fun of me right now," I scolded. "You didn't make sure he did this last night." He held his hands up in surrender at my words, but his fond smile was present. 

I turned back to Katsuki, forcing his hand to be at eye level with me by yanking his wrist. "Make a fist." 

He reluctantly did as he was told. It was a loose fist, obviously, so he wouldn't crack the scabs that had started to form on his knuckles. 

"A tight fist, Kacchan," I clarified in a tired voice, watching as his face changed to one of annoyance. 

"You're an asshole," he muttered but did as he was told anyway. Other than narrowing his eyes, he had no reaction while he tightened his fist. 

I gently dabbed a warm, wet rag against the reopened cuts. "You just wanted to date me so you had a nurse around, huh?" I teased, remembering the fact I had been doing the same thing for Eijirou's lips only a week or two prior. 

"For sure, Deku," Bakugou gritted his teeth as I poured the peroxide onto his hand. "Because we just love this shit so fucking much." 

"Don't act all tough," I tutted, drying his hand so I could try to bandage it. "You secret love being taken care of and you know it." 

"Oh, fuck off," he dismissed. 

"Mhm, sure," I said, my voice patronizing. I placed a thin layer of gauze down on the back of his hand and secured it by using a self-adhesive wrap. "There. Try to keep it on for at least today, please?" I knew that was asking a lot from the blond. 

"No promises," he told me honestly. 

"I expected as much," I admitted, standing up straight and shifting my shoulders a few times. "Now, can you guys try not to get hurt for a few weeks? Is that asking too much?" 

"Definitely," Katsuki said, climbing to his feet and ruffling my hair as he walked past me. Eijirou followed after him, shrugging his shoulder at me with a dopey smile. 

We ended up back downstairs in the living room. The other two had already taken seats on one of the couches, taking up almost the entire thing. I rolled my eyes at them with a fond smile and went to sit on the couch adjacent to theirs. 

"Where're you going?" Eijirou asked me, causing me to halt my movements and shift to face him. 

"To sit? On the couch?" I pointed a thumb over my shoulder at the empty couch behind me. 

The redhead shook his head, motioning with his hand to go over to him. 

"What?" I asked in confusion, slowly walking towards him. "Am I not allowed to sit on the couch or some-" I let out a short scream as Eijirou grabbed my wrist and pulled me down to the couch. I was positioned almost entirely in his lap, my back against the armrest, and my feet on Katsuki's lap. "What the hell?" It felt like I had blinked and then I was there. It all happened so fast. 

Katsuki let out a short laugh, resting his arms on my shins. "And Ei's love language is physical touch." 

"Fuck off, you love Kaminari," Eijirou shot back, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer to his chest. I was pretty positive my face matched his hair at that point. 

"Shut the hell up!" Katsuki exclaimed, but it wasn't nearly as loud as I was expecting. Awe, he's trying to be quiet for me. "I do not love, dunce face." 

"That's a mean nickname," I informed him in a factual tone. 

"He thought it up after Kaminari accidentally touched a pretty powerful electric fence and he went all woozy for a minute," Eijirou said softly near my ear, causing me to shiver. It felt amazing not needing to feel guilty about that anymore. "Doesn't use it as often as sparky, though." 

"Still mean." I removed my legs from Katsuki's lap as punishment. Kaminari was one of my best friends at that point. 

"Oh, c'mon. Seriously?" Katsuki asked, motioning to my legs. 

I gave him a pointed look. 

"Fine!" he groaned. "I won't use it anymore, happy?" 

I quickly shifted my legs back onto his lap, smiling contently as I made myself comfortable. 

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The rest of the week went similarly to Saturday morning. We all hung out, a lot. The only time I was in my own room, was the few hours a night my mom was home and awake. Otherwise, I was over at Katsuki and Eijirou's, playing video games, watching TV, sitting around talking, just whatever we decided sounded fun. I even got to watch Eijirou try and, unfortunately, fail at working on a new song. 

When Monday morning rolled around, I had something on my mind. I got ready in a rush and climbed through our windows over to Katsuki's room. He wasn't in there, so I walked into the hall and heard voices in the kitchen. I followed them and sure enough, Eijirou and him were sitting at the island. 

"Hey," Eijirou greeted me with a warm smile. "You're here early." 

"Sorry, I just had something I wanted to ask before school," I admitted, hopping up onto the empty island. 

"Well?" Katsuki prodded, tossing a cereal bar at me. 

I caught the airborne breakfast food and placed it into my pocket, I'd probably eat it during my first hour. I looked between the two of them, I think my hesitance to speak was making them uneasy, so I just blurted it out. "Why doesn't anyone know you guys are together? And that means they can't know about me either, right?"

Eijirou glanced back at Katsuki before his eyes returned to me. "Uh, mostly because Kats isn't out to his parents yet." 

"Mostly?" I asked in a curious voice. 

The redhead shook his head with a soft laugh. "The other twenty-ish percent is just because our friends would be so annoying if they knew." 

A chuckle escaped my lips at the explanation. "They're already pretty annoying with the mystery man bullshit," I pointed out. 

"But only Ei has to deal with that," Katsuki said smugly. "It's his fault for writing that damn song, anyway." 

"Yeah, yeah, I did it to myself, okay?" Eijirou said, waving him off. "All your burning questions answered?" He asked when he turned back to me. 

"I think so." I brought a hand up to my mouth while I thought. "That means they can't know about me right? Because then we'd never hear the end of it and it makes it more likely that Kacchan's parents might find out." 

Katsuki shrugged his shoulders. "You can tell them about you and Ei if you want." 

"Why?" I asked him in a snarky tone. "So we can be all lovey-dovey at school and you can be sad? No, all or nothing." 

"It was just an option, calm down, nerd." Katsuki was actually smiling at me, a genuine smile and not a smirk. That was pretty rare. 

"You guys ready to go?" Eijirou asked, grabbing his bag from beside his stool while he stood. 

"Mhm," I hummed happily, hopping off the island to follow him. 

Katsuki groaned but joined us. "Who're you riding with?" he asked, once we got to the garage. 

"It's freezing out, so Eijirou, obviously." I was already opening the passenger door when I answered him. 

"Ha!" the redhead laughed in triumph while Katsuki grumbled and put his helmet on. 

"Awe," I cooed from my seat, the door still open. "You can drive me home, Kacchan." 

He didn't respond, but I saw his smile before he could flip his visor down.