Sweetheart - Part 3

Still SFW but not for much longer...

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Katsuki wasn't sure how he'd ended up in this situation. They'd had another fancy dinner, with Deku decked out in another brand new suit – this time, navy blue. The nerd brought two suits with him on his work trip? Ridiculous.

It had just been a simple invite back to his hotel, to check out the fancy onsen and maybe have coffee – or tea, he guessed, since the nerd wasn't a coffee fan. And it had been great, sitting in the hot water, chatting about work.

He wasn't sure when things had changed between them, but as they stood in the elevator on their way up to his room, a scarred hand had rested on his lower back, and for some reason Katsuki hadn't pushed him away.

“You looked really handsome tonight,” Deku told him, as if the words were no big deal, as if he said them every day. “And now, of course! You're cute when your hair is all floppy like this! It's getting long, is that on purpose?”

He toyed with the damp strands, and Katsuki still didn't stop him.

“Mm, needs cutting,” he mumbled, running his own hand through it in an attempt to spike it back up. It never behaved right after he washed it – or, well, after someone else did. He still felt warm from Deku's gentle touch, humming as he lathered up the blond spikes.

“Been too busy?” Deku asked, moving from playing with his hair to petting it fondly. “I know you're always swamped at work, I'm happy you could find time for me! Two nights in a row, at that!”

“Yeah, well, you have good taste in food,” Katsuki smirked. “And apparently a fat wallet.”

Deku laughed, and when the elevator door opened he led the way down the hall to his suite. He tapped the keycard over the reader and waved Katsuki in ahead of himself, letting him survey his surroundings. It was clean and white, a lot bigger than his studio apartment, without even a speck of dust or a hair out of place.

“Fancy,” Katsuki mumbled, catching a little smile as Deku headed to the kitchen and turned on the jug. “You get left a ton of money by some rich uncle I don't know about, or some shit?”

“No,” Deku laughed. “But every time I finished an international job I got a big bonus that went into my savings account, so I'm still getting interest on that. Plus work pays for my flights and hotels and stuff, so everything I earn has gone into savings instead of on bills. And, well, I know I'm only tenth, but as you know, the higher you get in the rankings, the more you start to get paid.”

He paused for a moment to pour hot water, sliding a mug across the bench to Katsuki when it was ready.

“Are you having money problems, Kacchan? I'm not sure if you're just teasing or not.”

“Not problems,” Katsuki huffed. “I'm fine, I'm just not... THIS.”

“Hmm,” Deku hummed to himself, sitting down on the couch and dragging Katsuki with him. “I missed your birthday, this year. I was in... China, I think? Or maybe Korea.”

“It's fine, you know I don't give a shit about birthdays.”

“I know, I was just thinking I should get you a present.”

“I am not taking your fuckin' money, I'm not desperate, don't you fuckin' dare.”

“I'm not stupid, Kacchan,” Deku snorted. “I wasn't gonna offer you cash. I was just thinking I haven't seen you relax in a long time, until our bath. You could use a massage or something.”

“I don't do that dumb shit.”

“No kidding,” Deku smirked, watching Katsuki pout a little in response. “You have tomorrow afternoon off, right? I'm gonna book you a spa appointment, just give it a try!”

“I don't need-”

“I know you don't need anything, Kacchan! I just want to! You've done so much for me since we were kids, playing with me at lunch when no one else would, pushing me at high school, all those extra trainings outside class time – you even helped me study before our final exams. Let me do something nice for you for once!”

“You already bought me dinner. Twice.”

“But I do that for all my friends! You're special.”

Katsuki scowled, but he knew Deku's mind was made up. There was nothing he could do to talk the nerd out of it, at this point.

“You can cook for me, after,” Deku grinned. “I haven't had home cooking in a long time, especially Kacchan's cooking!”

“Fine.”

“Just give me a shopping list and I'll pick it all up!”

“I can do the damn shopping,” he growled. “Don't do this shit.”

“But Kacchan-”

“No. Cut the shit. I'll buy the food, and I'll cook the damn dinner. You just gotta let me use this fancy kitchen.”

“Okay! It's a deal!”

And so, the next morning, he got a text bright and early. It had an address and a time, along with a bunch of emojis he was far too tired to decipher. But he obeyed, all the same.

He showed up at a little day-spa and changed into the robe they gave him, lying down in a dimly lit room with a sigh. Part of him had wanted to be stubborn, wanted to refuse, or just not show up. It did sound kind of nice, though. A massage to loosen all his tense muscles, after some rough days at work – to ease the dull ache that had started to grow in his upper back.

What he hadn't expected was everything else the nerd had paid for. If the place had offered happy endings, he was sure the nerd would have even put that on the list. The manicure and pedicure had been a little weird, he wasn't used to people being so weirdly intimate with his fingers and toes, but the facial had been kind of nice, despite the weird smell. He felt clean, as if a layer of dirt and sweat had soaked into him over the weeks, and it had finally been cleared away with the sticky mask. He got his hair cut, too – he should have known the nerd would handle it, after he'd brought it up the night prior.

By the time he left the building he felt thoroughly scrubbed and polished. Everything was soft, from his skin to his muscles, and as he walked through the aisles of the grocery store he felt oddly exposed, like everyone was staring at him, wondering why the hell a top-hundred hero had spent the afternoon at a spa.

“You look so good!” Deku praised, the moment he opened the hotel door. “Wow, Kacchan! You clean up so nicely!”

“Shut up, damn nerd.”

“It's relaxing, right?” he continued, ignore the grumbled complaint. “Everything feels so light after they work out all that tension! And I bet your skin must be super soft, let me feel!”

Katsuki blushed bright red when the hands cupped his cheeks, fawning over how smooth they felt as if he were oblivious to Katsuki's embarrassment.

“With your Mother's quirk in you, you've always had nice skin,” he mumbled to himself, fingertips trailing lightly down Katsuki's neck. “But you're glowing now and it's so pretty, Kacchan. You should do this all the time. Maybe I'll book a regular appointment, every month you can go back and get all pretty again, you won't say no if I've already paid for it, right? And you can send me pictures if I'm away.”

“What the fuck are you mumbling about?”

“Oh, sorry, I got carried away!” Deku flashed him a smile, finally taking his hands off and leaving Katsuki cold. “Are you gonna cook for me, Kacchan?”

“Yeah.”

“What a good boy!”

“Shut up.”

He headed for the kitchen, letting Deku hover as he set up his things but keeping him carefully away from the food and the knives. He half-listened to the babble that was going on, but mostly he focussed on chopping and stirring and frying.

It took far too long for Deku to catch on, tearing up when he smelled the familiar sauce cooking.

“Kacchan!” he bleated. “Katsudon?!”

“Yeah, nerd.”

“Kacchan is amazing!”

It had been a long time since he'd heard those words, and it made him blush a little, glancing back to where Deku stared at him with admiration.

“Can I hug you?” the nerd asked, with a hint of nerves. “Just a little?”

“If you want.”

Deku's arms crept around him, holding him tight as he leaned into the broad chest. Katsuki's pecs made a perfect pillow, he could have stayed there all night if he thought Katsuki would let him.

“Can we still talk when I have to leave?” Deku asked quietly. “I don't want to let you go anymore.”

“Yeah, we can talk.”

“And will you send me pictures?”

“Haah? Of what?”

“Of you! I want to see you looking all pretty for me again. And looking hot and sweaty after a workout. And in your costume after a big fight. I wanna see Kacchan's face.”

“That's stupid.”

“What if I buy them from you?”

Katsuki snorted, turning away, but Deku hugged him tighter.

“I'm not kidding! People do it! I'll... I'll help with your bills, and you just have to send me selfies sometimes! It's a thing!”

“You want to be my Sugar Daddy or some shit?”

Deku swallowed hard, and Katsuki's eyes widened when he saw the nod.

“I promise it won't be weird. Maybe it'll take a little getting used to? But I like spoiling you, Kacchan! I want to buy you nice things, yummy food and presents that will make you blush all cute like this!”

He finally conceded his grip, letting Katsuki go back to cooking with his flushed cheeks and the little crease in his forehead that betrayed how hard he was thinking.

“Don't people like that usually, uh... Fuck?”

“Sometimes, I think,” Deku nodded. “I don't know much about it, mostly just stuff I came across down weird internet rabbit holes. I didn't think much of it until I bought you dinner the first time and it was just so fun seeing you flustered! I want to do it more!”

Katsuki went silent again, focussing his attention on dishing out food instead of talking, setting the table for them both with food and a bottle of wine the lady at the store had recommended. Deku pulled the chair out for him again, and Katsuki sat.

“I don't want money,” he said finally, as Deku took his first bite. “That seems weird.”

“Oh. Um, okay.”

“I guess I can send pictures,” he continued, toying with his rice. “And if you want, you can... Can send me gifts, or whatever.”

Deku's smile barely fit on his face, when Katsuki looked up awkwardly, and he leaned across the table to press a tiny kiss to Katsuki's forehead.

“I'm excited, Kacchan!”

He supposed that was how he ended up in this situation, technically.

Part 4!