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"Kacchan!" An annoyingly familiar voice screams. "Kacchan!"
He's getting closer.
"Is that the only word you know?" Katsuki rasps out, opening his good eye just a sliver, just to confirm that it really is Izuku and not one of like ten other bastards that are supposed to be on the field somewhere.
"Kacchan!" Izuku cries again.
Fuck, he hurts. Katsuki tries to twitch his fingers. Check. Toes. Check. Other eye?
He's gonna have to lift his head up for that.
Slowly, mechanically, he starts lifting himself off the ground. Several people protest, and several others grab at him to help him sit on his own ass.
Other eye?
Check.
"Fuck you all." Katsuki says, mostly because he can't think of anything else to say.
"Kacchan!"
Katsuki squints disagreeably in the corresponding direction. This does not faze Izuku in the slightest, the other boy ghosting his hands all over, and if he's not doing it to check that Katsuki ain't broken-
"Kacchan seems to be in very good condition for someone who got blown up by his own quirk."
"Kacchan's going to blow you up next if you don't back off." Katsuki growls.
Izuku laughs. So do the extras.
Katsuki doesn't see what's so funny.
Katsuki doesn't really see much of anything, really. There's blood in his eyes. But when he reaches up to wipe it away, a pair of hands clamps around both his wrists.
He glowers at the person attached to them. Kirishima just grins.
Somewhere to the side, Izuku is marshalling the extras to do... Something. He says Kacchan several more times, and Katsuki's head throbs. Then he's being grabbed, again, by more fucking extras, and hauled onto someone's back.
"Fuck you too." He tells Shouji, once he's identified his warden.
Shouji does not respond.