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“If this capitalist raccoon doesn’t–”
“Capitalist raccoon?” Katsuki laughs from his spot on the bean bag in the corner, looking up from his phone. His blonde hair is pushed back by a pastel green make-up headband with two little eyes to resemble a cartoon frog and below his eyes are some gel-like patches in a blue colour.
“Yes!” Izuku yells, pushing himself up on Katsuki’s bed into a sitting position, “All he does is ask for bells!”
“At least he lets you pay it back whenever you want.” Katsuki goes back to typing away on his phone, his tongue poking out from between his chapped lips as he contemplates.
Izuku sighs loudly as he flops back on the bed, “You’re no help,”
“How am I supposed to help you?!”
“I don’t know!”
Katsuki stands up and moves in front of Izuku’s field of vision, blocking his sight as he leans down to snatch Izuku’s controller out of his hands, ignoring his complaints and attempts to steal the controller back as he saves and quits the game.
“Kacchan!” Izuku complains, glaring.
Katsuki crosses his arms over his chest as he frowns, “You’ve been playing the fucking street-crossing critter game since one-thirty this afternoon.”
“And?”
“It’s fucking nine-fourty-six.”
He falls back on the bed with a groan, “I don’t see what the problem is.”
“Izuku–” Katsuki takes an exaggerated breath in to attempt–key word: attempt–calm himself, “you’ve been at this shit for over eight hours. Straight.”
“Well, good thing I’m anything but straight.”
The loud, exasperated sigh that came from his boyfriend made Izuku smile beneath his hands that are covering his face in an attempt to not laugh. He isn’t really annoyed or angered, he just enjoys being difficult.
Katsuki walks over to the other side of the room, grabbing Izuku’s phone from the desk in the corner that was on the charger and throws it in his direction, making Izuku squawk and fumble with the device in his hands so it doesn’t fall to the floor and break.
He lets out a relieved sigh before looking back up to glare, “The hell was that for?”
“Intead of crashing out about the fucking ‘capitalist raccoon’, how about you actually respond to our roleplay instead?” The blonde takes a seat on the edge of his bed, shoving Izuku’s legs to the side to make room for himself on the gray comforter.
“What do you mean ‘respond’?” Izuku’s confusion seeped into his tone as well has his facial expression, quickly turning his phone over in his hands to tap at the screen to input the password, “I can’t respond until you do so first! It’s your turn–”
“No the fuck it ain’t!”
“Yes it is!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Look at fuckin’ discord, you blind ass bitch.” Katsuki insists loudly, shoving the overly accessorized phone of his boyfriend’s into his face rather harshly.
“You’re the one with glasses–oh.” Izuku’s anger seeps from his face immediately when he reads the last time stamp of three hours ago and the loud orange username above it.
“Yeah, fuckin’ ‘oh’, dipshit.”