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“DAMN IT!”
Katsuki roared at the door, uselessly tugging at the locked handle. He wanted nothing more than to blast the door apart.
Someone had locked them in there, though he didn’t see who. They only heard giggles, the click of a lock, and then someone running away.
“If we get in trouble for destroying school property,” Hitoshi warned, “I’m going to make sure Principal Nedzu knows it was you.”
“Obviously.” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Or do you have a secret explosion quirk I don’t know about?!”
The other reason he didn’t let off a blast was because this supply closet was far too small. Between the bookshelves lining the walls, they barely had space to breathe. Their legs were tangled together as they tried to maneuver around boxes and bags of random crap.
Katsuki banged on the door, shouting and screaming for their release. But he knew the halls would be empty by now, the school day already over.
He ground his teeth, seething at the fact that Aizawa had asked him to help store away some unused textbooks at all. Wasn’t that what a damn teacher was paid for?! And now because of that, someone had shoved him in a tight closet with god damn Eyebags of all people.
“You’re stepping on my foot.” Hitoshi squirmed. “Get off.”
Katsuki lifted his foot and kicked the door in frustration.
They had been stuck for hours. Katsuki was pretty sure they would be stuck there until morning. Hitoshi had tried to pick the lock, but they didn’t have anything thin enough to shove into the keyhole.
What kind of closet didn’t have a way to unlock the door from the inside?! Katsuki couldn’t help but headbutt the door, wracking his brain to try to figure out how to get out.
“Maybe we should…” Hitoshi started.
“Shut up. I’m tryna think.” Katsuki grumbled.
After a few minutes of silence, Hitoshi asked, “Why the hell do you hate me so much, anyway? It’s not like you’re scared of my quirk or something.”
Katsuki glared at the door, wishing he could set it aflame with his eyes. Though, that would negate the whole point of not destroying school property. Katsuki wasn’t a complete delinquent.
“You’re just an extra.” Katsuki grumbled. “I don’t give a damn about you or your quirk.”
“Sure.” Hitoshi said, his one-word doubt-laced answer sending an angry bristle up Katsuki’s neck.
Katsuki whipped around, forgetting the limited space and tumbling on top of Hitoshi. His face landed right on his chest.
“Oof!” Hitoshi’s breath ruffled Katsuki’s hair. And that…
That was the end of him. Katsuki flustered over trying to stand up, slipping on something again and needing help from Hitoshi to stand. “Shut up, Eyebags!” Katsuki sharply turned away, gritting his teeth as he tried to calm the blush on his cheeks.
“Seriously, though.” Hitoshi’s voice was casual, almost apathetic. “If we’ve got a problem, now’s the time to hash it out. Nothing better to do.”
“A problem?” Katsuki grumbled. “I just said I don’t give a damn about you.”
“And I’m saying I don’t believe you.” Hitoshi pressed.
Katsuki’s heart thumped in his chest. This was exactly why he fuckin’ liked the guy. He was insistent and didn't let Katsuki off on his bullshit. He demanded real answers. Maybe it was because the guy spent so much time in other people’s heads, he had a pretty solid read on what others were thinking.
“Not now.” Katsuki grumbled. “Not like this.”
Hitoshi’s hand grabbed Katsuki’s wrist. “You sure? Cause this is going to be a long night if we don’t have something to talk about.”
He was right, but he also had no idea what he was talking about. If he spoke what was on his mind, this whole night could get really awkward either way. But not talking about it, hiding blushes and sweating palms in such close quarters… Katsuki would rather die. He wasn’t some pining schoolgirl.
“You sure you wanna know?” He turned around again, not even bothering to hide his red cheeks now. “Cause you can’t fucking take it back once I tell you.”
Hitoshi’s eyes were almost… fearful. And Katsuki realized he probably looked pissed. Red-faced, squinted eyes, frustrated frown. Yeah, he looked like he was going to murder him.
And maybe he was, if he made a big deal out of this.
“I don’t have a damn problem with you.” Katsuki crossed his arms, huffing as he decided to just come out with it already. “You’re just…” He rolled his eyes at himself as he realized he had no idea what exactly to say. He wanted to keep it simple. He wasn’t going to get into some long-winded confession. “You’re the guy I have a crush on. And it’s annoying as hell. So just shut up.”
Yeah, perfect. Awesome confession, real romantic.
Whatever.
“Oh.” Hitoshi blinked a few times, furrowing his brow. “So this is how you treat people you like?”
“Tch,” Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Maybe it is. I’m not trying to impress anyone. If you don’t like it, tough shit.”
“Ha,” Hitoshi snickered at him. “I should have known you’re not a romantic type. You’re lucky I like that.”
“You-” Katsuki paused in his tracks. He… what? The way he was smirking, looking down at him with those stupid, sarcastic purple eyes short-circuited his brain. Somehow, he had moved even closer to Katsuki.
“Katsuki…” He purred his first name, sending a shiver down his spine. His finger grazed Katsuki’s chin. “Can I kiss you?”
Katsuki’s breath hitched. Their lips were only inches apart. He moved his hand up and grasped Hitoshi’s arm for balance so he wouldn’t fall again. Or at least, he would physically be falling. Emotionally… Well, that was another matter.
“Do it already. Hurry up.”