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Kacchan – ahem – Katsuki, sat on the couch in the common room, listening to Kirishima and Kaminari prattle on about the latest video game release or some other shit that the blonde-haired teen couldn’t give two fucks about.
He wouldn’t tell them that, though. Despite being class 1-A’s resident asshole, he viewed the two of them as his friends, of sorts – not that he’d tell them that, either of course.
He couldn’t understand the two of them. How could they be so enthralled with the stupidest things? Weren’t they all here for the same purpose? They were supposed to be training to become heroes, not slacking off and playing Doom Eternal, or – god forbid – Animal Crossing.
Seriously, who wanted to play a game where your sole purpose was to pay off your debt to some greedy ass raccoon?
“So, what do you think, bro?” Kirishima’s questioning brought him out of his thoughts, “You in?”
“Am I in for what?” He spit back.
“Jeez man, don’t you listen when other people talk to you?” The red-haired teen looked sheepish, “Kaminari and I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the movies this weekend?”
“I only listen when shit’s important,” Katsuki was brutally honest, as always, “and why the hell would I want to do that? You know I train on the weekends, unlike you two slackers.”
“C’mon Bakubro!” Kaminari felt the need to pipe in on the conversation, “You gotta learn to have a little fun sometimes!”
Katsuki said nothing, only grunted in response.
“What movie?” He found himself asking a few minutes later.
“That’s the spirit!” The two practically beamed at him in unison with one another.
“We don’t actually know yet, though.” Kirishima supplied, “We were gonna pick one when we got to the theater.”
“Fine.” Katsuki huffed, “What time, then?”
“Probably around noon.”
And so the three droned off into a sort of silence – well, silence on Katsuki’s part, at least. He’d trained hard that day, and was content to just rest on the couch. Listening to the other two was just wasted energy, in his opinion.
Somewhere down the hall, he heard a sniffle, accompanied by the shuffling of feet.
That was when Izuku -ahem- Deku made his appearance, his feet dragging annoyingly across the carpet in a manner that made Katsuki’s eye twitch in annoyance.
“Yo, Midoriya, are you alright?” Kirishima’s voice seemed laced in concern.
Uncharacteristically, the green-haired boy offered no response, shuffling around to the front of the couch that Katsuki was on wordlessly.
Getting a good look at him, Katsuki could see that the nerd had been crying – what a fucking shock, right?
He was about to ask him what the hell he was doing standing there like a crybaby, but was cut off by a sudden weight.
Also known as Deku fucking throwing himself onto the blonde, pinning him awkwardly against the couch.
“What the fuck—” The explosive teen’s growl was cut short.
“Make it go away, Kacchan.”
Katsuki understood the situation immediately – the damn nerd had another one of his migraines. He’d been getting them since they were little, so the blonde really shouldn’t be surprised, and yet he sat there, Deku’s weight forcing his body to contort in ways they definitely didn’t need to freshly after a workout, unsure of just what the fuck he was supposed to do with the situation.
“Dumbass,” He finally offered, “I thought you had medicine for that shit?”
“I ran out,” Deku’s voice was nothing but a whine, “I can’t get my prescription refilled until next week.”
Deku shifted his chin up until his teary, bloodshot eyes bore into Katsuki’s. It was as if he was pleading with him, begging him not to push him away.
“It hurts.”
“Yeah?” Katsuki found himself grumbling, shifting his weight under the other teen’s so that he was slightly more comfortable, “What do you want me to do about it?”
Inside, Katsuki wasn’t sure why the hell he hadn’t blasted the boy off of him yet, and why he was just letting this whole thing – whatever it was – transpire.
And, then, Deku nuzzled his head into his chest, and he just about had a stroke.
“You’re warm.” The nerd mumbled against the fabric of his t-shirt, “Let me stay.”
And, well, who the fuck was Katsuki to deny him?
“Fine.” He growled, looking the other way, locking eyes with Kirishima and Kaminari who looked absolutely dumbfounded at the scene that was playing out before their eyes.
“Don’t just fucking sit there!” He snapped at them, causing them both to flinch in tandem with one another, “Get me a fucking blanket or something, he’s cold!”
Kirishima did as the blonde asked of him, fetching one from the dorm’s shared linen closet.
“What do you want me to—” The red-haired teen started.
“Fucking give it here!” Katsuki’s arm shot out, snatching the fabric from his friend.
“Thank you, Kacchan.” Deku’s voice was barely a whisper as Katsuki laid the blanket out over top the both of them.
“Yeah, yeah, just shut the fuck up and feel better you damned nerd.”
If the two of them laid like that for the rest of the night, it was nobody else’s fucking business, Katsuki decided.