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His index finger hovers over the power button but before he can click off for the night, an excited whisper chirps into his ear.
“Katsuki, Katsuki!”
“What?” Katsuki asks in a low tone, even though he already knows the answer. This has become their little ritual now, after all.
“Come on…play it, Katsuki!”
“You know it’s all fucking scripted, right?” He rolls his eyes even as he quickly rearranges his finger on the remote to oblige, pulling up the next episode of Quirkline. It’s a stupid dating show that he put on accidentally one time and now all of a sudden he’s a slave to his shadow partner’s trash TV addiction. It’s ridiculous.
Paying absolutely no heed to his open disgust, Dark Shadow makes another excited chirp and tucks their head into the crook of his shoulder. Katsuki sighs and offers them an indulging pat on the beak before turning his attention back to the screen, which is the closest he’d probably come to admitting that he’s not just grudgingly partaking in this (now weekly) activity of theirs anymore.
The lights in the living room are dimmed since it’s late but just bright enough for Dark Shadow’s comfort. Besides, the pair to their left have grown accustomed to sleeping in any and all conditions, so it doesn’t even need to be completely dark for them to pass out like the babies they are.
Katsuki gazes fondly at Fumikage who sleeps sitting up with his knees tucked into his chest, and head tucked into his knees. Cute, yet dignified. Izuku, on the other hand, takes up a good third of the couch with his splayed limbs, hiked-up t-shirt, and unattractively half-open mouth, letting out a steady stream of soft snores interspersed with quiet mumbles. Nerd can’t keep his damn mouth shut even in his sleep, Katsuki grouses to himself, conveniently omitting the fact that he still finds it extremely endearing, after all this time.
A dramatic gasp against his cheekbone draws his attention away from his snoozing partners, and toward the television where two contestants seem to be engaged in an intense staring contest. Dark Shadow pipes up with more running commentary while Katsuki nods along for the most part, occasionally interjecting to say things like, “He shoulda been fucking eliminated two weeks ago” or “You’re too damn gullible, Squawkers, they’re just in it for the cash prize, trust me” or “That sounds like something Deku would say, you two fucking yap too much about shit like this”.
At the thirty-minute mark, however, sleep starts to tug at his eyelids, and he begins to blink sluggishly at their show, in high contrast to his purple companion’s elevated energy levels. It makes perfect sense since his actual bedtime was about three hours ago. Katsuki huffs in mild annoyance. He really has become too fucking soft, spending all his free time with this disorganized flock. But since he’s not only their boyfriend but also basically their mom, he knows when it’s time to call it.
“Bed,” he commands succinctly, ignoring Dark Shadow’s adorable pout as he mercilessly interrupts the program and actually presses down the power button this time. Katsuki places a small consolation peck on Dark Shadow’s head before seamlessly hauling up the other two and slinging them across one shoulder each. Fumikage curls up into his touch while Izuku maintains his sloth pose. Dark Shadow giggles, floating up behind them.
It’s the same drill, each time.
You’ll never hear it from his lips though, that he doesn’t mind.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.