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He couldn’t muster anything but a glower on his face. Chocked full of teeth and bunched up skin letting his eyebrows touch, it was a miracle they never stiffened like that.
“I was thinking I could ask you questions and write down your response.”
Did he honestly take out of his day to come here of all places to be?
“I have the questions outlined, so this shouldn’t take long.”
Everything is making his patients raw. The wooden furniture, with bland light bark colors that matched the walls. The colors seemed too boring. Everything seemed too ordinary. It made all aspects around him blend in and yet at the same time, divide into different compartments.
The blonde can hear the scratching of lead against paper.
“Okay, first question.”
The music of breaking lead continues to play. Katsuki takes a piece of his lips and begins to chew. The muscle tucked in between his teeth only displayed his frustration. This was his mother’s fault. She had sent him to Izuku Midoryia’s house, the slyest spirit he had ever met.
“What is the name of your quirk?”
He recalls earlier that day the frustration he initially approached him with. Well- he was always frustrated, but it was mangled with an indescribable sense of embarrassment.
He came up to that bush haired bastard, presenting his teeth, eyes flaming as usual, shield up. Katsuki shoved his finger into the other males chest, instantly filling the boy with frizzled confusion. He threatened him, like he usually did, letting his free hand hold the mask against his face. That sweaty mask full of liquid, anxieties, discord.
“Kacchan?”
But it always seemed like that boy with the wreath on his head, could read him like a book. He seemed unfazed by his threats. If anything his body showed a sense of wicked fascination and curiosity. It wasn’t his words, or the movement of his body, it was his eyes. The way those muddy orbs melted into the dark crevices of his heart, and the way the curvature of his lips drained his mind. It was absurd nevertheless, but Katsuki had not found a way to disprove it.
He and this devil where not friends.
The music stops playing.
“ Bakugou .”
The blonde’s face tightens up and he looks over. That name coming from him left a metallic and bitter taste in his mouth. Midoryia sits, the pencil and notebook now sitting on his lap.
“What, fuck face?!”
The bush blinks.
“Were you even listening to me?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, “ look Deku, I don’t care. Okay? You have an hour of my time left, so make it count. I have to go train.”
“Oh, that’s because you’re wanna go to UA right?” The giddiness in his voice should have caused a blood vessel to pop.
“Fuck. Yes.” The arrogant teen replied.
The blonde’s adversary scratches the back of his head nervously. Then he stops. Katsuki watched as his lips prickled up like thorns.
“What if I watch you train. You know, you’d kill two birds with one stone.” And with that fire cracker’s eyes spark.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” He scoffed, “stay the hell outta my business.”
“No wait!” Midoryia swallows, “I’ll be able to finish my project and I won’t have to bother you again about it. I promise!”