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“Remind me again what this is even for?”

Katsuki didn’t know why he had agreed to participate in the study that Mina had practically forced him into signing up for so she could complete her psychology project, but he was more agreeable to it when she had casually mentioned that he would be getting paid $100 for it as every other participant was. A free hundred bucks to make out with someone? Sign him up.

At that particular moment, Katsuki was looking at his best friend through the vanity mirror that she had sat him in front of, his finger having stilled on his phone from where he was scrolling through the comments of his most recent post on Instagram — a blue and black painting that his other best friend, Eijiro, had modelled off of him, spanning a full wall in their shared large home.

“It’s because many studies show that fast but gentle intimacy helps your instincts to learn whether or not a person will be a good match for you in the long term or not.” Mina replied, not even bothering to look at her friend as she picked up a large box of random art materials to move out of the way. Of course, she would be using the art classroom for her video — it was quite spacious and the professor was very open minded about any and all projects. “In my essay, I’m discussing how an intimate relationship starting off right when you first meet someone and express your interest in them can help fuel not only feelings from growing on either side, but can also help you find a good match so you’re not wasting your time trying a relationship with other people. I got the idea after Hanta and I finally got together a couple years ago and finally have the chance to work on it for a school assignment.”

Katsuki sighed fondly when she brought up her boyfriend, an abnormally tall but skinny man with pale, flawless skin and handsome features that were also perfect for smiling (as Hanta usually did anyway). He was also the twin brother of Denki, who was Eijiro’s best friend, but Hanta was nothing like Denki. Where Denki was more sporty and playful, Hanta was kind and caring (when he wasn’t harping on Mina and Katsuki for their sometimes aggressive jokes). Apparently he and Mina got along better than Katsuki had previously thought, however, because they confessed to their feelings two years before and had even talked about moving in together when Mina’s semester of art school was over.

“I’m not saying that I don’t believe you, Raccoon Eyes, it’s just that I don’t want to randomly kiss a fucking stranger in front of a camera for your experiment.” Katsuki said, turning in the chair to look at his best friend with a raised eyebrow and a scowl on his features.

“You agreed to do it, so you are and there’s no backing out on me.” Mina said, raising an eyebrow at him without looking up from her phone, and Katsuki ignored the point she made in favour of turning his head away.

“If they’re ugly, you owe me so hard.” Katsuki said teasingly, the two of them knowing that he had no real preference in who he spent his time with (as an artist like Eijiro, he had a healthy appreciation for any and all the people around him, not to mention his soft heart hidden under all that mean that meant he wanted everybody to know what love and care felt like), and Mina looked up from her phone with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Before he could ask her what she was plotting out, as she was bound to do, another one of their fellow students with a clipboard in her hand called his name out, and he stood up from his stool with a small smile.

“Alright Katsuki, here’s your blindfold. Just put it on right here, and I’ll lead you over to where we’ll be filming this.” The student said with a smile, holding out a plain black blindfold for him to take, and Katsuki shot Mina a glare that could kill — blindfolds hadn’t been mentioned at all in any of their conversations about this study — before taking it gently and slipping it on over his head. He adjusted the tie so it wouldn’t fall off too easily, and he held his hands out so the student could lead him. She held them gently and weaved them through a few people before placing him in a spot, patting his shoulders once.

“Just wait for the loud beep and then you can introduce yourselves with your first name only. You two can say a few things but don’t give away anything personal as you are supposed to know nothing about each other.” The student said, and Katsuki realised that there must have been another person standing in the spot across from him before he was brought to the film set. Footsteps were heard walking away, and there was pure silence for a moment before a loud buzzer sounded. After a long and silent pause, there was a slight laugh from in front of Katsuki.

“I think that might be the beep we were supposed to hear.” A voice said, and Katsuki bit his lip. The man across from him had a deep voice of silk, one that had definitely been gifted to this stranger by the gods living above. “Oh right, my name is Shouto.”

“I’m Katsuki.” Katsuki replied, not really sure what to say other than that, and he let out a slightly shaky sigh that totally did not come from his nervousness about the entire situation — the fact that he was nervous just from the sound of this stranger’s voice was telling, but he pushed that feeling down. “Um, how are you doing today, Shouto?”

A laugh sounded from the man — Shouto — in front of him, and Katsuki's tanned cheeks burned with a gentle pink blush at the sound of it (musical, absolutely perfect, he couldn’t really think of any words that would do the beauty of it justice. All he knew was that he wanted to listen to that laughter all day, maybe even listen to it while painting so he could capture a depiction of pure happiness on canvas).

“I’m doing good, thank you. This is different from my normal day, I must say.” Shouto said, a smile reflecting in his happy tone, and Katsuki let out a surprised laugh at both his words and the accidental rhyme that had been said.

“Same, actually.” Katsuki said, and a shiver travelled through his body as he felt calloused fingertips brushing against the back of his hand. “So, I guess we should just do this, then.”

“You’re right, we should.” Shouto said, his other hand landing abruptly on Katsuki's chest. The artist grinned in spite of himself and placed his own hand over the one on his chest, raising it up to his face. Shouto’s hand moved to cup Katsuki’s paint speckled cheek, and the artist could feel his skin rising in temperature as he thought about the fleeting thought from that morning that oh yeah, he should definitely wash his face. Instead of thinking about that, he turned his head slightly to brush his lips against the other man’s wrist, smiling slightly when he felt Shouto’s pulse racing against his mouth.

“Maybe you should try not to punch me in the face.” Katsuki said, his tone surprisingly soft with his joke as he took a slight step closer, and he felt the fingertips against the back of his hand disappearing another hand was pressing against his other cheek. Shouto’s hands were smooth over his skin, both thumbs smoothing over Katsuki’s cheekbones.

“Try and put your hands on my waist, if you can find it.” Shouto said, his voice soft but firm (commanding, Katsuki’s mind supplied happily. He ignored his mind) as he moved closer as well, and Katsuki managed to plant both hands on the other man’s tapered waist quickly. The artist wanted to hold his breath when he felt a toned and hardened body that seemed much taller than him gently pressing into his front, and he let out a nervous laugh as his hands tightened slightly on Shouto’s waist.

“So, do we just do this?” Katsuki asked quietly, and Shouto laughed in response to his question as his thumbs stilled on Katsuki’s cheekbones. The artist tilted his head up at the sound, feeling the soft press of a forehead against his own and licking his lips in anticipation. He was already so drawn to this man in front of him, even though he was unable to see what Shouto looked like — maybe Mina really was onto something when she explained intimacy helping to tell you who would be a good match, but she would never hear those words coming out of his own mouth.

“Yeah, I think we just do this.” Shouto said, letting out a shaky breath that wafted against Katsuki’ lips. The artist let out a tiny breath of laughter before he finally took the jump and leaned in to gently connect their lips in a soft kiss, unable to resist the action any longer.

At first it was just a gentle press of lips together, Katsuki's chapped lips against Shouto’s soft and full ones and both closed to keep it chaste. But then, Shouto tilted his head to the right and moved his lips just slightly to begin the real kiss, and it became so much more than just a press of lips. Katsuki was suddenly hyper aware of nothing but Shouto right in front of him, even though they couldn’t see each other, and it only took him a moment before he was moving his own lips in the same rhythm.

Katsuki had been imagining a kiss like this with someone special for almost as long as he knew about his preference for both men and women, always being the tactile one in a relationship and instigating any physical intimacy in an effort to be closer to whoever he was dating. However, not even his most cliche fantasies and wildest dreams could truly live up to just how he felt while he was kissing Shouto, his entire body crackling with electricity that had finally exploded when they kissed.

The other man’s hands were making their way from Katsuki's cheeks down to his side, so the artist took the initiative to bring his own hands up from Shouto’s waist to cup his stubbled face. There was the hint of what seemed to be a scar cutting into the top of his lip in one spot, but Katsuki didn’t care as he let his tongue dart out to check out his hunch (he was right, it was definitely a scar). Now hungry for more of the taste of Shouto, the artist slid his fingers up his face and into soft straight hair, tugging on a few locks gently just to see what kind of reaction he could pull out of him. Shouto let out a noise that could’ve only been described as a fucking whimper, from a grown ass man, and Katsuki suddenly realised that he never wanted to hear that sound from anybody but Shouto for the rest of his life — it had been a much better reaction than the artist had hoped for, truthfully.

The hands on his waist suddenly disappeared, and Shouto wrenched away from the kiss for a split second to whisper a frustrated, ‘damn jacket’s in the way, hold on’, before their lips came back into a passionate kiss like there hadn’t been a single pause. Strong arms wound tightly around Katsuki's waist and pressed both of their bodies together tightly, as if Shouto was already possessive of him despite this being their first meeting. The other man brazenly swiped the tip of his tongue against Katsuki's bottom lip as if they had nobody to watch them, and Katsuki allowed his lips to part against Shouto’s. Their tongues instantly clashed together in their hunger to become closer, Katsuki’s hands sliding up from Shouto’s hair to grip onto the back of the blindfold. Clumsy fingers managed to untie the fabric around Shouto’s head even though he was distracted by a hot mouth against his own, ripping it away once it had come undone as he held onto that soft, straight hair like a lifeline.

Shouto’s hold on the artist’s waist disappeared as he slid both hands up to push Katsuki's own blindfold off, seemingly not caring if they were actually allowed to do such a thing or not. Katsuki could vaguely catch a few whispers and discomforted rustling from where the cameras had most likely been placed, but he didn’t care as he slid his hands down the other man’s toned body to rest back to their first position on Shouto’s waist. Their lips moved in sync as they worked to slow down the kiss, both of them realising that if it had gotten any more passionate than it already had been, they could probably be arrested for indecent exposure. Shouto’s hands were holding the back of Katsuki's neck as they gently pulled away from the kiss, and Katsuki kept his eyes closed for a moment before letting them flutter open to look at Shouto.

“Hey there.” Shouto mumbled softly, his pink lips turned up into a small smile when they made eye contact. Katsuki didn’t even want to blink as he took in the other man’s appearance — a head of half red and half white hair, porcelain white skin with dimples caving into his cheeks that Katsuki had the sudden urge to press kisses to, and a white button up with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Gentle eyes met his own with slight crinkles at the corners, telling Katsuki that Shouto smiled a lot (which Katsuki thought should be right, considering how absolutely beautiful Shouto was when he smiled like that. In fact, he wanted that smile directed to him for the rest of their lives), and his heart skipped a beat when he noticed that the eyes were two different colours (heterochromia, could this guy get anymore beautiful?). He had always been inwardly self conscious of his own appearance — crimson eyes with tanned, freckled skin and dyed blond hair courtesy of Eijiro’s hairstylist boyfriend — but the way that Shouto gazed down at him (he was centimetres taller than the artist but gave off a gentle giant vibe, it was endearing) made all of those insecurities disappear.

“Hey.” Katsuki whispered in return, his dark eyes wide as they met Shouto’s once again. A small smile appeared on his own lips once he realised that they were still pressed up against each other, but neither man made a move to pull away from their tight embrace. “I’m Bakugo Katsuki.”

“Todoroki Shouto. It’s nice to officially meet you.” Shouto said, his smile growing impossibly wider (and seriously, Katsuki was going to start needing to wear sunglasses if Shouto didn’t stop smiling anytime soon). “I’m a detective — that’s actually why I was wearing a jacket, I had to come here straight from a case to get here on time, and I was too rushed to stop and take off my jacket when I was in the car driving here. I didn’t even get the chance to before that blindfold was put on, but then our kiss got me all hot and bothered and — I didn’t mean it the way it sounded, I promise.”

“You’re just as awkward as me around strangers, thank goodness for that.” Katsuki said, his lips turning up into a grin as Shouto ducked his head to try and hide the pretty blush on those pale cheeks. “Usually guys as attractive as you are wouldn’t be awkward and wouldn’t be at all attracted to how awkward my usual habits are, like snorting while laughing and getting angry over the littlest things.”

Shouto let out a soft giggle at those words, his hands reluctantly sliding down Katsuki’s neck to drop down to his sides, and Katsuki inhaled sharply before gently pulling his own hands off of Shouto’s body to stuff them into his jean pockets. They kept their eye contact for a couple of moments before the vibration of a phone startled them out of it, and Shouto frowned as he pulled out his phone to look at the message.

“Shoot, I gotta go, we’ve got a lead in our case.” Shouto said, sliding his phone into the pocket of his jacket and pulling it back on quickly. He paused for a moment before stepping back into Katsuki’s personal space, and the artist easily tilted his head back up to meet the detective (a detective!) in the middle as they shared another kiss — this one short and sweet, as Shouto had to go for something urgent, but still just long enough for the flames to travel throughout Katsuki’s body completely in an addictive burn. Their hands met for a moment as Shouto pulled himself from Katsuki’s lips, and the artist watched as the tall man finally took a few steps away from him. “Don’t forget to call me!”

“What?” Katsuki said intelligently, his head still feeling like he was swimming underwater from prolonged contact with an actual god as dark red eyes followed the detective’s rush out of the large art classroom with a grin and wave in Mina’s direction. Eventually, he slowly shuffled off of the filming area that had been set up for his friend’s project and went to sit back down on the stool of the vanity that he had been placed in front of earlier, bringing both hands up to his face to rub his temples, but his movements fell short when he felt the sharp edge of a card in his hand, and that brought him further into reality.

“You two were sizzling together!” Mina said excitedly, bounding over from the classroom door to where Katsuki was sitting with a wide grin that the artist just barely noticed as his gaze was trapped on the white card in his hand.

‘Detective Todoroki Shouto’ was printed in simple, glossy font underneath the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department symbol, two different phone numbers printed underneath his name. Scrawled in neat ink beside one phone number was ‘cell’, while the other had a much messier ‘work’ beside it.

“Shouto gave me his number.” Katsuki said softly, prompting Mina to stop rambling with her questions as she looked at him in confusion.

“Hot detective did what?” Mina asked in clarification, having not quite caught the words that spilled from Katsuki’s lips. Instead of answering her question outright, he held out the card and let her take it from his hands, watching with a smile as Mina’s face completely lit up in  happiness for him. “Oh my God, Katsuki! He gave you his phone number!”

“He did!” Katsuki said, laughing in sudden surprise as he took the business card back from her grasp to look over the shiny symbol of the TMPD again. “Now go away and leave me alone so I can figure out how to send him a text message without you looking over my shoulder judging my every message. I know I’m awkward, at least he thought it was endearing.”

“Fine, but I’m putting this in the Bakusquad chat and you can’t stop me.” Mina said, pulling out her phone and typing away as she started to walk away. “‘I got Bakugo a boyfriend, now he can stop being an emo gay’.”

“I’m bi, Mina!” Katsuki called back to correct her with a slight growl, shaking his head as he pulled out his own cell phone. He took great care in adding Shouto’s cell phone number to his contact list, opening up a new message to send to him since he would most likely be too busy for a call at the moment.


[txt ] hey shouto, it’s katsuki
[ txt ] i don’t kno when u will be available next, since u seem busy w a case
[ txt ] that’s why i’m texting u instead of calling obvs
[ txt ] anyway, um, i was wondering if u would wanna go on a real date, maybe to a cafe or dinner or something
[ txt ] i don’t kno what works w ur schedule but let me kno
[ txt] i want to see u again sometime soon, i hope we get that chance


The artist let out a long breath as he typed out a few text messages to Shouto, hoping that he hadn’t just been reading into the whole kiss experiment — but he had gotten the detective’s cell phone number out of it, and Shouto had even kissed Katsuki again before darting out the door to get to work. He had a very good feeling about their entire encounter, thankfully, and it only solidified as his phone buzzed multiple times with a few new messages.


I’m so glad you found my business card! [txt ]
I wasn’t sure if you would, I thought I was too subtle about it. [ txt ]
I’ll be a bit busy this week since this case is so difficult, we’ve been working on it for months. [ txt ]
My partner and I finally have a very promising lead, so we can absolutely plan to meet each other soon! [ txt ]
I really like the sound of dinner with you. When I get a good breath of fresh air from this case, I’ll call you so we can set up a time? [ txt ]
I want to see you again for sure, that’s all I know for certain. [ txt]


Katsuki grinned widely at the semi formal way Shouto texted (it seemed to fit him quite well), his heart beating faster as he read the last text message. His good feeling had been right, since it seemed as though the detective was just as excited to be hearing from him. His phone vibrated with another incoming text message, and he clicked on the home button again to wake up his phone.


And hopefully we can repeat the events that happened today ;) [txt]


Katsuki’s cheeks flushed bright red at Shouto’s text message, and he ducked his head to try and catch his breath. He could already tell that between the danger of his job and the snarky way he texted, Detective Todoroki Shouto would certainly be the death of him. The artist let out a long breath as he finally opened the conversation to reply, a grin slowly spreading on his lips even though he tried to force it down.

[ txt] oh, for sure. that tie u wear would be the perfect blindfold for u to have on while i have my wicked way with u ;)