I was only able to sleep for about an hour before my pillow started to move. Being half-asleep still, I punched it, hoping to still the movements. 

"Ow, darlin'." 

"Stop moving," I grumbled, burying my face into his chest. Oops, not a pillow, it was Eijirou I had fallen asleep on. 

I heard him softly chuckle at my request. "No can do, sweetheart. We pushed practice back an hour, but I gotta get to the garage." 

A loud groan forced its way past my lips as I dragged myself into a seated position. "You're leaving me for practice," I whined, blinking my tired eyes open to squint at him. 

He wore his teasing smile as he reached out and tucked a loose curl behind my ear. "You're more than welcome to come with." 

"Fine," I sighed, pulling myself from bed and throwing my abandoned hoodie back on. I looked across the room and found Hitoshi on his bed, but no sign of my blond boyfriend. "Where's Katsuki?" I asked with a small frown. 

"Already headed over," Eijirou explained, standing to his full height beside me. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him, connecting our lips in a soft and slow kiss. "That's from him," he said with a content smile after pulling away. 

The moment was ruined and I pushed him away from me with a pout. "He can kiss me himself if he didn't leave without saying goodbye." 

He shook his head playfully at my childish complaint. "You coming with?" The question was directed at Hitoshi, who looked like he was trying to get his chemistry homework done. 

"No," he answered without looking up. "My mom's being scary again." 

I giggled quietly at him. Himari was a force to be reckoned with when she was upset. I guess he hadn't gotten all of his assignments in. Oh shit, that's my fault, isn't it? I had been a mess for nearly two weeks, right after his own episode. Fuck, he was falling behind in a class he'd already failed once because of me. God, I really was the worst boyfriend ever. 

Eijirou didn't seem to notice my sudden shift in mood, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the window with a small laugh at Hitoshi's expense. "See ya after then," he called over his shoulder. 

"I'm the reason he hasn't been doing his homework," I mumbled once we were in the safety of Katsuki's room. Eijirou's protective presence always had a way of making confessions tumble from my mouth without a second thought. 

"No, darlin'," he said quickly, pulling us to a halt by the bedroom door. "Shinsou is the reason he hasn't been doing homework. Kats and I have been getting shit done the past two weeks," he pointed out, instantly unhappy with me blaming myself. 

"What if he doesn't graduate on time because he's too busy worrying about me?" I asked, my eyes widening a fraction at the thought. I could not be the reason he became a super senior, no way in hell. 

Eijirou's hand rested on top of my head, forcing it to tip back so I could look him in the eyes. He wore the same expression he always wore when he had to scold me for my thoughts, stern and unwavering. "He's gonna graduate, Iz. He's working on his assignments right now, so don't worry your pretty, little head about it, okay?" 

"But-" 

"Izuku," he shut me down, his voice a blade that cut right through my argument. His hand went from resting in my hair to holding it in a strong grip, just enough to reset my brain. Great, he figured out I'm a masochist and is using it to his advantage, I thought to myself with an imaginary eye roll. "He'll be fine, you need to stop worrying about it. Focusing on you instead of his homework was his choice that you wouldn't have been able to change even if you tried. It's not fair to beat yourself up over it." 

I had barely listened to a word of his speech, too preoccupied with the grip he held on my hair. It stung in the best way. I was leaning most of my body weight against him by the time he finished speaking, not trusting my own legs to support me. 

"Shit, darlin', you make it so hard to leave," he murmured, his intense gaze locked on me. "If Ash wouldn't knock the damn door down to get me to practice, I wouldn't." 

I didn't verbally respond, just watched him through half-lidded eyes. Words were beyond my mental capacity at that point. 

"Eijirou Kirishima! I know you're in there doing god knows what, get your ass out here now!" Ashido screamed from the other side of the door. At least she was nice enough to not barge in. 

The redhead in front of me groaned before pulling me into a searing kiss that left my lips tingling. "After practice," he promised, pulling me by my wrist from the room. 

"You two are awful," Ashido snapped, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared up at Eijirou. Her eyes flashed to me, her lips pursing. "Correction, you're awful," she said to him. "What did you do to the poor boy?" 

He shrugged as he led us through the house toward the garage. "Nothing much." 

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I hadn't been to practice for a while, usually using the time to study or work on school assignments. I had almost forgotten how good they were and how fucking hot my boyfriends were when they played. 

I didn't recognize the song at first, not until Eijirou started to sing. 

Kelly won't kiss my friend Kassandra
Jessica won't play ball
Mandy won't share her friend Miranda
Doesn't anybody live at all?

Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days. That was what they were playing. Fuck, Eijirou was practically made for that song. His deep, gravel-filled tone made it hard to remember that he wasn't the original singer. 

And he wouldn't stop looking me dead in the eyes, it made the room heat up at least ten degrees. 

She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
And she takes it off nice and slow
'Cause that's porn star dancing 

The song was objectively hot, but the way the redhead was staring me down with that teasing smirk of his made it a million times worse. I suddenly remembered why I stopped going to practices, because Eijirou was constantly fucking me with his eyes during any suggestive song. I couldn't look away from him, no matter how hard I tried. He was magnetic. 

As the second verse started, I finally managed to tear my eyes away, but only because of the new voice that flooded through the speakers. It was fucking Katsuki. 

Stacy's gonna save herself for marriage
But that's just not my style
She's got a pair that's nice to stare at
But I want girls gone wild

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. The only words running through my mind as the blond had the audacity to wink at me. 

Both of their voices blended for the final chorus, almost making me die right on the spot. 

She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
And she takes it off nice and slow
'Cause that's porn star dancing (hey)She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sitting right by the stage
For this porn star dancing (hey)

"You guys are playing that the next time you go to the club?" I asked slowly as the song finally came to an end. I was breathing a little hard, but praying to whatever higher power that nobody noticed it. 

"Mhm," Eijirou said, a teasing glint in his eyes. He definitely noticed. 

I crossed my arms with a pout, looking him up and down. "Then I'm coming with. People are gonna throw themselves at you." It wasn't an over-exaggeration by any means. What they just did was fucking erotic and if they thought I was going to let them repeat the performance in public without me, they were idiots. 

"Oh," Kaminari called, a sly smirk on his face. "Someone's jealous." 

I glared daggers at him because I had always been honest about my territorial tendencies since day one. "Yes, and?" 

Kaminari just laughed it off, finding my seething frame hilarious. 

"You sure you want to come with, angel?" Katsuki asked with a raised brow as he looked at me over his drums. 

"Jealousy outweighs trauma," I said back, relaxing slightly into the couch now that they knew they weren't allowed to do that without me present. My boys were mine and each others, that was fucking it. 

Eijirou shook his head at my antics, a fond smile replacing his smug smirk. "Should have guessed." 

I got bored last night and filled an entire page with notes for more plot points in this fic. It's gonna be a whole hell of a lot longer than Crimson Eyes was lolz. 

Also, I work at a Bath and Body Works and my manager and I spent our entire shift today deciding which scent each of the mha characters would wear. Our conclusions were Shinsou- Calm Haven (lavender and iris), Bakugou- Single Malt Bourbon, Kirishima- Canyon, and then a shit ton of others that just aren't important to this fic lolz.