"Daddy, I want this."

Eijirou hears it at least a dozen times a day but he's yet to tire of hearing it. In fact, every single time he hears it makes an indescribable thrill zap its way up his spine. He's eager to see what it is that Shouto wants; equally as eager to buy it for him on the spot whether it's something they pass in shoppe windows while they're out or something Shouto comes across while scrolling through online boutiques. Eijirou is thinking about opening an account for Shouto's allowance---that way when his baby sees something that he wants, he can get it without having to wait for Eijirou's card information.

"Lemme see, baby."

This time, it's an Yves Saint Laurent jacket that costs significantly more than the Gucci bag he'd just bought him. He whistles, staring at it on Shouto's phone from over his shoulder.

"That's gorgeous, sweetheart. Bet it would look even better on your cute little frame. Make sure they have your size and daddy will get it for you. Actually, here. Take this card and get anything else you want if you see it." He offers, reaching into his wallet to hand him his gold card.

Of course, he already gives Shouto a daily allowance but that's for him to spend when they aren't together. Eijirou is only concerned about getting Shouto another account because the one he currently has is monitored by his father. Enji has no say in what happens to the money that Eijirou gives Shouto, he shouldn't be eyeballing his account every time Shouto makes a deposit.

Shouto takes the card with a sweet smile, pressing a kiss to Eijirou's jaw. "Thank you, daddy~" he purrs, carrying on with his scrolling from his spot in Eijirou's lap while Eijirou continues working on his laptop. Every now and again Shouto looks up to read over his documents, often pointing out a few errors in Eijirou's math and numbers---unprompted, of course.

"You wanna do my job for me, honey? You're a lot better at it than I am." He chuckles and Shouto rolls his eyes, lip pulling back over his teeth with disdain.
"As if I wanna work for trashy ass Mitsuki Bakugou and her soft ass, punk bitch ass husband." He counters with obvious distaste.

"That's fair." He says with a sigh, curling and uncurling his fingers as they begin to cramp a bit. "I actually wanted to, uh, ask you about that. I mean I get your dad is a piece of shit and that's why you left but---"

"Midoriya told you what happened to Kat, I'm assuming."

Eijirou's brain stalls, bordering on short circuiting.

"Uh...how did you---"

"Men are so easy to read. You've been skirting around talking about Katsuki for days now. Ever since Midoriya got that phone call about that asshole dying a not nearly gruesome enough death." Shouto points, pausing in his shopping to turn his head and look Eijirou in the eyes.

"By the way, I know who Luca Stefano is. Katsuki's the one who doesn't know his name. Should probably keep it that way. My father is a piece of shit but I have hardly met a man who isn't so that isn't why I left.

I left because they said Katsuki was lying and that he just wanted attention. They wouldn't help him when he obviously couldn't go home after what happened to him even though they know that I saw what happened and they saw the pictures of Katsuki's condition. If they weren't going to help, they aren't worth us. I took Katsuki to take care of them by myself."

Eijirou is reeling right now.

"O-Oh. Okay. But if you know that I know and know that the guy who raped him is dead now, why won't we tell him? It's something he would be happy about, right?"

"Not if he knows Midoriya was the one who killed him."

Kirishima's jaw practically scrapes the floor and he moves back a bit to move Shouto and look him directly in the eyes.

"Were you eavesdropping?!" He says, a little panicked.

Shouto---completely apathetic---gives him a deadpan stare and a flat sigh.

"No. You're both just incredibly obvious. It isn't difficult to piece the shit together if you're not a complete dumbass." He says matter-of-factly. "But I didn't say anything to anyone, not even Kats. So be glad I like you enough to keep this a secret because I tell him everything. I mostly just don't want to hurt him by having him hear all this and I especially don't want the drama that'll unfold between him and Izuku if he does."

Of course. Katsuki's happiness comes above all else to Shouto.

"But if I figured it out in five minutes, I sure as hell hope Midoriya covered his ass cause any half decent cop is gonna be on that." He adds, going back to his scrolling. Eijirou is so incredibly lost for words and wants to go into an entire spiel about how absolutely fucking stupid Izuku is but doing so would indirectly make Shouto an accessory to murder so he just sighs and pets Shouto's head with gentle touches.

"Yeah, we know."

"Okay." And that's the end of that conversation. Shouto doesn't seem interested in prying and for that, Eijirou is grateful. He continues to work as a silence falls back over them but it's interrupted again by a smack of Shouto's lips and a huff.

"This is such a cute bikini but I don't have anywhere to wear it since it's colder than penguin tits outside." He says and Eijirou immediately peers over to look at it. It rides high on the hips and the top hardly covers anything that isn't a nipple. Eijirou didn't even know Shouto was into that kind of stuff but he sure as hell isn't complaining.

"I like that. You should get it, you could still wear it when spring and summer come."

"I might not be the same size when summer comes."

Eijirou hums, watching that disappointed little pout spread across Shouto's face. He closes his laptop and wraps his arms around Shouto's slim waist.

"Tell you what. Buy it and get some more clothes suited for warm temperatures. We'll take a little bae-cation. You and me, we'll go to Malibu or Miami. Hawaii or the West Indies. Somewhere nice and warm for you to look pretty and be daddy's spoiled little brat. How does that sound?" Shouto gasps and jumps up from Eijirou's lap, glittering with unbridled excitement.

"Really? You'll take me to Miami?!"

"Of course, baby. We'll take a weekend."

And Shouto jumps on him, nearly tipping the chair back as Eijirou goes to catch him. He chuckles at Shouto's enthusiasm as the younger man peppers him in kisses and affection.

"Get some pretty lingerie for me too, hm?"

Shouto giggles, biting into his lip seductively as his nose brushes up against Eijirou's. "Yeah? I bet you'd wanna see me all pretty and dolled up, wouldn't you?"

"Don't kid yourself, babe, you're always pretty. But uh...wrapping up all that sexy in some lace would definitely be nice."

Shouto rolls his eyes, smiling fondly as he pulls away. "In that case, I should probably tell you I was planning something special for you tomorrow night---"

"Oh, uh...shit." Eijirou curses under his breath as he sits upright. Shouto's brows knit together, head tilted in confusion.

"What?"

"I...guess I forgot to tell you that I've gotta go out of town tomorrow for a business meeting."

Shouto looks a little peeved at that.

"That...would've been nice to know sooner, yeah. You're gonna be gone all day?"

Eijirou grimaces, dreading Shouto's reaction.

"Uh...two days."

"What?!"

"Honey, I'm sorry, I really did forget but this is really important and I---"

"You're leaving me for two whole days and you didn't think to tell me first?!"

"Baby, I----"

"Take me with you." Shouto's arms cross over him chest, glaring Eijirou down with determination and finality. Eijirou knows already what's about to happen but he's not nearly as prepared for it as he should be.

"Shouto. No."

Shouto's arms fall right along with his face as Eijirou uses the dreaded 'n' word, whining and stomping his foot.

"But whyyyyyyyy?!"

"Honey, I can't take you to a meeting with a private client."

"I can stay in the hotel room!"

"You have class for the next two days, absolutely not."

"But daddy---"

"No, Shouto. You're gonna stay here and you're gonna go to class like a good boy or you're not getting any gifts when I come home. I'm serious."

Shouto deflates altogether, still pouting. Eijirou doesn't like telling him no but he can't let Shouto influence him to be soft on this. His education is going to come before partying.

It's so much harder when he looks like he's going to cry.

"But I don't wanna be here alone at night and I can't sleep without you next to me..."

Eijirou sighs, holding his arms open in offering and Shouto begrudgingly takes the bait, falling into Eijirou's lap again to hug him. The redhead cups Shouto's cheeks in his hands pressing soft kisses to his face and lips.

"I'm sorry, honey. Why don't you invite Katsuki to stay here with you while I'm gone, hm? You can have your friends over too and I'll leave my credit card for you."

"...okay..."

"Are you still upset with me?"

"Yeah."

Eijirou feels bad for laughing at Shouto's disappointment but he just sounds so cute, voice muffled by Eijirou's broad shoulder.

"You're such a daddy's boy. Would you feel better if I took you to get cold soba?"

There's a pause and Eijirou knows he's got him right where he wants him.

"Fine, but it better not be that cheap shit."

As if he needs to worry about Eijirou buying him any cheap shit.