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Despite what most people thought, Izuku was calculating. Yes, many of his friends and coworkers have seen him analyze a villain in under a minute, but nobody really thought he was capable of using that outside of work.
Well, they were wrong.
It’s true that Izuku is sensitive and kind, able to take in a situation at its full value and appreciate it. It’s also true that because Izuku can take a situation in quickly, he gets bored just as quick.
His eyes flitted across the room, constantly surveying his surroundings in a bored manner. Monoma bragging to the press, Kendo and Momo bringing positivity to women’s roles in hero work, Kacchan eating his food while Eijiro talks his ear off about his new intern.
Izuku sighed; he’s happy to be a hero, really, he is. But by God galas and paperwork really make him question his life choices. He was lucky that he and Kacchan were able to leave early last time, but now he’s starting to wonder if he’ll even get the chance to leave before 1 AM. This time, possibly to avoid any drama of who-dances-with-whom, it’s dinner and chit-chat. Izuku has an idea that they cut the dance out to stop him and Katsuki from causing trouble, but he waves that possibility away as he continues to watch everyone around him.
And that’s when it happens.
Oh, he could kiss Eijiro, bless that man’s soul.
Katsuki wasn’t paying attention and got some food on the side of his mouth, and Eijiro, ever the gentleman, takes his napkin and cleans it off, much to Katsuki’s dismay. And just like that, his content is presented to him on a silver platter.
Izuku readies his mind and gets into game mode.
Dramatically, Izuku slams his hands onto the table and stands up, leaning over his plate to face Katsuki. “God I wish you thought this through before I went and fell in love with you!”
Kacchan looked surprised, but ready to take the challenge placed in front of him. Guests at the surrounding tables and their own are in a state of confusion yet refuse to get between the top heroes.
“I-”
Izuku didn’t let him continue, “When you’re sleeping in the bed we made, don’t you dare forget about the way you betrayed me!”
Kacchan looked betrayed, also taking the opportunity to stand and face him, “You forfeit all rights to my heart! You forfeit the place in our bed,” he made grand movements with his arm, “You’ll sleep in your office instead!”
Izuku felt a single tear fall down his face, “You’re still a traitor!” And in the heat of the moment, he makes an uncalculated move.
He takes his untouched glass of wine and splashes it directly into Kacchan’s face. He almost faltered, but Kacchan kept the act up. Izuku blinked at the right time, because when he opened his eyes again his face was dripping with Katsuki’s wine.
Katsuki power walked around the table and towards the exit, cameras flashing behind them as Izuku follows, “Kacchan wait-”
Katsuki looked back at him, teeth bared, “Don’t Deku, I’m leaving this place.”
Izuku brought more tears to his eyes as he pleaded, “Please, Kacchan, please,” he begged, “please don’t leave me here.”
Katsuki didn’t look back and continued walking, “I don’t care where you go, so long as it’s away from me.”
And by then, with the tabloid photographers and guests behind them, they left, once again.
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Back in the dining area sat both hero Ingenium and hero Hellfrost, quietly debating over the scene that unfolded before them. Ingenium, or Tenya Iida, fussed, “How unseenly of them! For the top two heroes to act like this at such an event is truly terrible!” His hand chopped wildly, hardly noticing his companion.
Shoto Todoroki, aka Hellfrost, leaned back into his seat, quietly musing, “I wonder…”
Iida’s hand chopping stopped mid-chop as he turned to Todoroki quizzically, “What is it?”
Todoroki turned, completely deadpan as he pulled Endeavor’s credit card out, “1k that the tabloid blames Bakugo.”
One second was spent in shock, and the next Iida returned to his hand chopping, sputtering, “TODOROKI WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!”
Uravity sat with her head resting on her hands, sighing profusely as the press berates her for information on Deku and Ground Zero’s private life.
Red Riot was still sitting, currently drying his face of excess wine that spilled onto him from Deku’s outburst.
Hellfrost was quietly laughing to himself, completely understanding the desire to leave such tedious events. He had to attend quite a few before going pro due to his father’s status, causing him to grow purposefully impassive to them.
Eraserhead sat at his desk at the UA dorms, feeling an unnatural headache make way into his skull, and he wonders to himself, what the fuck are those kids doing?.