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There’s something wrong with Deku. His boyfriend has been even jumpier than usual these last few days, and constantly seems on the verge of tears. Katsuki is used to seeing Deku acting freaked out, but… this is too much. There has to be something wrong with him.
In the mornings, they take the train together into the city, and then part ways to go to work. On the train, Deku bounces his legs and glances around, and Katsuki stares.
“Deku?” he says, keeping his gruff voice as soft as possible.
Bur Izuku still flinches, head jerking to look at Katsuki. “Y-Yeah, Kacchan?”
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Huh?”
Katsuki sighs. “Don’t play dumb with me, Deku. You look like a nervous wreck, even for you. What’s going on?”
“N-Nothing, Kacchan,” Deku says, his eyes ridiculously wide.
He would start to argue, but with Deku this anxious, he doesn’t want to set off a meltdown. Still, he has to find out what the fuck is going on.
After work, Katsuki stands in the kitchen of their small apartment, making katsudon, Deku’s favourite dish. Seriously, what the fuck is up with Izuku these last few days?
The bathroom door opens and Deku wanders into the kitchen. He smiles, but the smile seems forced.
“Hi, Kacchan. Is that…?”
“Yeah, it is. Enjoy your fucking katsudon, Deku,” Katsuki says, smirking.
Deku crosses the room and kisses him on the cheek. “Thanks, Kacchan, I—”
He cuts himself off when his cell phone starts to ring. Deku jumps, scrabbling to grab it from the pocket of his bathrobe. And when he looks at the caller ID (unknown number), his face falls, his eyes widen and his breathing hitches. He looks… terrified. What the fuck?
Before Katsuki can say anything, Deku darts out of the room. But he can’t just leave this be. Just why is Deku so scared?
Leaving the food cooking, Katsuki follows after his boyfriend. He approaches the bedroom door and puts his ear to it, straining to hear Deku’s voice.
“…Please… l-leave me alone. How… how d-did you get my number? I, I…” Deku’s trembling voice cracks and he breaks down sobbing.
And that’s the last straw for Katsuki. He bursts into the room, wrenches the phone from Izuku’s hand and holds it to his ear.
“What the fuck are you doing to my boyfriend?” he snarls.
“Oh come on,” the guy on the other end says, voice smarmy. “So the pathetic bastard is a fag after all.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Katsuki says. “Don’t call this number again. If you ever hurt my Deku, I will fucking rip you to pieces!”
And he ends the call, heart drumming in his chest.
“K-Kacchan,” Izuku whispers, staring at him. “I… thank you. He, he’s been harassing me and then he got my number and…” He starts sobbing again, covering his face with his hands. “Th-Thank you.”
Katsuki steps forwards and hugs Deku tightly, muttering, “Don’t need to thank me. But… you’re welcome, I guess.”