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Katsuki does not want to deal with this right now. Sure, it's his job (Yup, his job. Happy 4 month anniversary of being a real life, full fledged, independent pro hero, woop-dee-doo) to deal with D-lister villains on the daily, but did they really have to bother him today?
You see, Japan's famous Heroics Convention was taking place in a few hours, and Katsuki had been spending most of his patrol shift with his head elsewhere.
Even though he likes to put on the facade that he ‘doesn't care what all the shitty extras think,’ he's gotta be honest with himself at some point.
His PR skills aren't...the best. If he wanted to even think about grazing any of the top three spots on the charts, he would have to somehow win over the people.
Alas, each passing day as he fucked up his reputation more and more, Katsuki was beginning to question if he even wanted to be number one anymore.
What was the point anyway if there was no one there to chase after-?
"Woah! Look at the heroes go!" marvels a young civilian, watching from the very brink of the allowed safe distance the public had been previously ordered not to cross. "You've got this, Great Explosion Dynamight and Red Riot! Show them what you're made of!"
"Red! I love you!"
"Can I have your autograph after you're done?!"
As Katsuki dashes away from numerous heavy swings that smash segments of the road into crumbling pieces, he huffs.
Run ins on patrol at densely populated city areas were always annoying as hell to deal with. Not only does Katsuki have to worry about keeping his own ass from not dying, but now he has to worry about all the dozens of other weaklings fraternizing way too close to the threat.
The threat in question is big, a mammoth of a man. As Katsuki sizes up the mutated stronghold of absolute muscle before him, he's reminded of that one asshole that'd attacked Deku and the red-hat-brat during that shit show called UA training camp
The mammoth isn't the only asshole on the scene. The second villain, a skinny woman, sat cross legged atop his wide right shoulder. She wraps her arm around her partner's head to stabilize herself.
Now, Dynamight stands before the two villains, staring them down threateningly while Eijirou also blocks their path from the opposite side.
"Stand the fuck down," Katsuki growls. Outstretched hand sparking, expression shifting, he huffs and smirks devilishly. "If you don't give up now, you'll be dead before they can even put you in cuffs."
Damn it, they really outta wrap this up soon. The convention, held annually on UA grounds, starts in about an hour if Katsuki's not mistaken. That's barely enough time for him to head home, shower, change, polish his gantlets, fix his hair- whatever the fuck else. He can't look like shit at the con, what's everyone gonna think? (What's Izuku gonna think?)
If it were up to Katsuki, he wouldn't have even considered showing up in the first place. Though he'd always loved going to hero cons in his juvenile days, the thought of going to one as the hero (especially a hero of his reputation) sounded a bit... too much like his worst nightmare, even if it also was a dream come true at the same time.
Nevertheless, stupid Izuku, who works at UA now, had asked him to show up, and well... Katsuki never seems to be able to say no to Izuku these days.
"Alright, he doesn't mean that," Kirishima amends with an easy smile, following Katsuki's murderous threat. "-but you guys'll back off if you know what's good for you. We aren't gonna let you hurt anyone!"
The woman looks between the two heroes, Kirishima on her right and Bakugou on her left. There's boredom in her lavender eyes.
"Darling," she speaks softly, addressing the hulk below her. "Let me assist one of them." Her lips quirk upwards now, platinum hair falling over one of her eyes as she tilts her head to gaze at Katsuki. "Heroes must have lots of things they hide within."
Bakugou bristles, gritting his teeth as smoke puffs off his combusting fingers. He ponders what her quirk could be, or if she even has one at all. She hadn't been doing much during the fight, simply perched silently on the other villain's shoulder with that freaky, calculating gaze.
Don't let your guard down. Her quirk could be anything. Judging by the team dynamic, perhaps she can power up others- kinda like that La Brava freak with her ugly geezer.
Theorizing has to be put on standby, because now the giant grunts in response to the woman's request. In an instant, pounding stomps echo through the streets as he advances on Kirshima.
"Red Riot! Watch out!" a girl’s voice hollers from somewhere between startled onlookers.
Katsuki whizzes into action, rushing to aid his friend. Booms and pops crackle the air, heatwaves emit in bursts as he attacks. Then, at some point during the chaos, something grabs his hand.
At the very moment of contact, the most intense, sudden, and detrimental strike of unbearable sorrow floods his system all at once. It's enough to make his eyes water and for his heels to stumble on the concrete as he struggles to stay standing. The fuck? What the fuck is this? Why is he-?!
The hero's breaths become ragged gasps and trembling pants. His vision blurs, his mind screams, his chest seemingly collapses on itself.
Holy shit, Katsuki hasn't endured a mental breakdown this bad since...well since UA, after an idiotic, curly green haired bastard with bright eyes and stupid freckles lost his power forever after only having it for a year.
Dynamight twists his shuddering body, only to find the piercing purple eyes of the woman. Oh goddamnit, she must've hopped off the muscle fucker while Katsuki had been distracted with getting to Eijirou.
Her hand's locked around his in a death grip. Katsuki tries to curse at her, but only whistles of sobbing sputters leave his tightened throat. He tries to blast her away, but his body wasn't listening to him anymore. This sadness, this inexplicable heartache was far too much.
Oh god- Everyone's watching this. Ah, shit. This is definitely not the image he wanted to convey to the public. Do something! You're Great Explosion Murder God mother-fucking Dynamight. Snap out of it and do something!
Despite the internal turmoil, Katsuki's shaking knees finally buckle and he collapses to the cracked ground in a hiccuping mess. He puts a shaking hand, the one the woman wasn't holding, over his mouth in an attempt to spare a fragment of his dignity.
She looks down at him, expression blank and cold.
"Do you feel that, hero?" she asks, far too sweetly and gently for what she was putting Katsuki through right now.
Katsuki tries to glare at her with murderous intent, but it was hard to do so when there were so many tears pouring down his face. She wraps her other pale hand around Katsuki's, now encompassing his quivering hand in both of her bony ones.
"Isn’t it nice to feel?" she says. She bends slightly to be on eye level with him. “People like me don’t try to hide it, yet people like you do. I want to share my feelings with you, dear hero.”
With difficulty, Katsuki extends his palm out towards her, but the only thing he manages to do is create a few pitiful ripples of small explosions. He sputters and hiccups, ribcage rapidly rising and falling with each cry. The lady simply moves to grasp his other hand too, unperturbed.
"Shigaraki understood. He was real. He felt,” she whispers. "-but your kind..." She squeezes him harder as Dynamight, the utmost powerful and defiant, snivels and sobs before her. "-you killed him. He was the last hope we had. Do you know how you made my love and I feel? When we watched you on TV?"
She crouches down on the balls of her feet and leans forward into Katsuki's space.
"Kacchan," -Katsuki's stomach lurches. This wasn't the first time some random extra had referred to him like that; an unfortunate result of the biggest mistake he's ever made on live television during that hell-spawn of a battle he faced against All For One. "I'm so sad."
Goddamnit. Where the fuck is Eijirou when you need him? Shit- he's probably still up fighting the titan asshole by himself. Honestly, Katsuki's a bit oblivious to what was happening around him. For some odd reason, his hearing seemed to be pulsing in and out, sounds coming through as if he were deep underwater.
Y'know, maybe that was for the best. At least now he didn't have to listen to the public reaction as he was being utterly humiliated in front of everyone.
"You show off...and you smile so artificially," she sings in that quiet tone, and Katsuki grimaces as he weeps. "High above the clouds," she muses, the creepily stoic look on her face finally cracking as she slightly furrows her eyebrows. "-it's easy to turn a blind eye to what's below you." Her finger grazes along Katsuki's cheek to wipe away one of his tears, another one comes quick to replace it. Katsuki curls away from the touch.
"The way you heroes flaunt, and pretend nothing is ever wrong…the way you carry yourselves and expect us all to trust you, even though you act so inhuman and inauthentic.”
After she murmurs those words, the already unbearable anguish overtaking his nervous system somehow increases. He shudders, a broken wail exiting his lips without his consent. He shrinks further in on himself, snot dripping down his face, endless streaks of moisture stinging his eyes as he hiccups and stutters.
Bakugou can barely follow the bullshit she's saying, his whole body wracked in hurt and pain that didn't feel like his own. What is this? What the fuck is this quirk? It sorta reminds him of Mr. Smiley, a D-lister he faced back in his teenage years. Only now, Katsuki was unable to fight due to horrible suffering sadness, not uncontrollable laughter.
Her waist length silver strands swing as she moves closer, still gripping onto Katsuki's trembling gloved hands. There's nothing in her expression.
"Do you even remember what it’s like,” her tone takes on a gravel. "-to be human?"
Then she giggles, a high pitched, humorless sound. Miraculously, just a little bit of the pain in Bakugou's chest lifts, replaced by a sort of...malicious excitement?
He knew this feeling, it was same type of mentally ill satisfaction Bakugou's fucked up middle school self used to get when he'd trip Izuku in the hallways or steal his lunch money.
She grasps Bakugou's forehead, forcing him to look up at her as he continues to break down. Connecting the dots, Katsuki snarls at her despite his shaky respirations.
Oh. Is that what this is? Is he feeling what she is feeling?
Staring deeply into tearfully swollen red eyes, she smiles once more. As the corner of her mouth curves, Katsuki becomes something akin to giddy.
“Life is so beautiful when you let yourself feel!" Katsuki's heart shifts. "I'm glad it's you. This won't waste your time."
Ohhh. No. If it wasn't bad enough that he'd been fucking crying in front of all these civilians in broad daylight, now he's gonna puke all over the street too. Flashing royal blue light overcomes his vision and a dizzying sensation invades his skull. Absolutely sick to his stomach, he grunts and sways.
He can make out the blurry outline of the woman's figure, standing before him with her palm still contacting his clammy skin. Despite the nausea, Katsuki forces himself to pull it together, regain his wits. It's time for this to fucking stop! He shakes his head, sets his jaw, aggressively blinks the blue away from his retinas, and ignites.
One big boom later and the lady is off him. She's catapulted down the road, skidding and crashing into the side of a parked car.
"No!" the titan roars from a pew paces upstream, reaching out to her still form with a neanderthal like hand.
He tries to stumble to her, but he's greatly weakened and worn from his elongated battle with Red Riot.
Speaking of Red Riot, he takes advantage of his enemy's lowered gaurd. He dives, sliding through the gap between the villain's legs, then pounces, hurling all his weight forward to strike his target right in the middle of his broad chest like a battering ram. The colossal man, already exhausted and stretched to his limit, finally plummets to the asphalt.
Shortly after the two individuals were rendered unconscious, the police arrive at the scene to detain them, cuffing their wrists and hauling them away. Dynamight and Red Riot are briefly questioned— the typical stuff, like the approximate time the altercation started, any known injuries to civilians, any collateral damage- things like that.
Despite the mundane, entirely regular and routine set of questions, Katsuki does not feel regular in the slightest.
A middle aged, graying stubbled officer jots down a few things in his note pad as he listens to Kirishima's listing of some structures he recalls undergoing damage during the fight. Dynamight silently lingers nearby, arms crossed tightly to his body as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.
Even though the take down had long finished over 10 minutes ago, it's like Bakugou was still... on. His adrenaline high hadn't decreased even the slightest, his mind remaining on high alert as if in the middle of a battle right this second.
Is there danger nearby? What the fuck is going on? Was it always this loud in this part of the city? Why is the sun so bright today? Why does the police officer keep on glancing at him like that? Does the moron think he's being discreet? In fact, why are all of these extras looking at him like that? Don't they have anything better to do? Are they trying to pick a fight-?!
"Kats?"
Bakugou flinches, startled as Kirishima's questioning face fills his vision. The blonde quickly realizes that he's gripping his arms way too tight. His black sleeves singe and smoke as he'd been unknowingly frying his own costume with trembling fingers.
"Great Exploson Murder God Dynamight? Did you hear me?" speaks the officer, professionalism cracking with a hint of concern. "I asked if you needed medical attention."
"No," Katsuki spits a bit too hastily. "I'm fine. I just needa get out of here. You're in my way."
He makes a move to leave, brushing past the officer rather impolitely. Luckily, Katsuki doesn't really have a reputation of being polite (probably why his hero rank is as low as shit), so the law enforcement worker simply shakes it off and continues about his business. Kirishima on the other hand, hustles to catch up.
"Dude, wait up!" he calls, slinking past some of the people on the scene with polite nods and courteous blurts of: 'sorry,' 'xcuse me,' and 'great to see ya!'s
Katsuki begins to pick up the pace. Something's wrong. Something is definitely wrong.
"Dynamiiiight! Hiii!" called a high pitched voice.
Civilians still scatter the scene, speckled about the sidewalk and pavement. Their smiling faces were crushing him, surrounding Katsuki on all sides- but why? Why does he feel so alarmed right now? Why does it feel like there's danger at every turn?
Shit. He can't interact with people like this. Not right now, not right now.
"Thank you for saving us, Dynamight sir."
"Sheesh, are you alright, Dynamight? It looked like the villain did something to you."
"Hey..is he okay?"
"Er. Duh. Of course he's fine. He's the bombshell hero!"
"I don't know...Dynamight looks a little off..."
"Is something the matter, Dynamight?"
"Why's he shaking like that?"
"Do you need any help?"
"Dynamight! Can I have a photo?"
"Wait-"
"What the heck? Oh my god- Watch out!"
"Katsuki! Dude! Don't!"
Eijirou's raspy call shouldn'tve surprised him as much as it did. Suddenly the redhead is in front of him, blocking him from a large chunk of the bystanders with his hardened palm up and his eyes worried.
Katsuki squints, perplexed until his nostrils catch the pungent scent of smoke. He comes to the shocking realization of his own dangerously sparking hands, as embers and fairly large combustions dance from his skin.
Katsuki takes some stumbling steps backwards from the civilians. Shit- did he hurt someone?
He tries to quell the explosions, extinguish his quirk away, but the booms don't stop. If anything, they increase in volume, as if his body was trying to protect him from the threat it's so sure is there
Now everyone's staring. Quiet murmurs and uneasy whispers drift amongst the civilians. Eijirou's looking at Katsuki with way too much concern, it's making Katsuki even more anxious. Anxious? Why the fuck is he anxious? What the fuck is wrong with him?!
Suddenly he can't breathe. People are everywhere. They're judging him. They're staring. They're mocking. They all saw him crying, knelt before that villain. They all think he's weak. They don't think he's fit to protect them. Stop. Stop it! His palms sizzle, the sparks fly.
Just barely, Katsuki's able to hear Eijirou's sorry attempt at a cheery tone: 'Sorry, everyone. We really should go. Dynamight here's pretty shook from the fight. Plus, we have an event to go to soon. Who else is comin'? UA at 4:30. Hero Con! It's gonna be awesome!'
Somehow, Katsuki's dragged through the crowd, led by Eijirou's steady grip over both of his hands as the hardened skin worked to subdue Katsuki's quirk. Still hyperventilating, the blonde's led to the cover of an alleyway, away from any peering eyes.
"Woah, woah," Red Riot eases, placing his hand on Katsuki's ever so slightly trembling shoulder. "Are you alright, Bakubro? What's got you so worked up?"
Katsuki takes in a shallow gasp of breath, then another and another. His mind suddenly flashes back to the woman. Her voice. Her quirk. Her hands over his forehead. The flash of blue. The nauseating sensation.
"Kirishima," he cringed at how rough he sounded. He'd only sputtered one word, and still it shook and cracked. "It's that damn villain. H-her quirk- I-"
Embarrassingly, he fails to say more. Whatever was going on in his body right now was overwhelming, way too much for him to process all at one time.
Kirishima gives him a light shake, eyebrows etching with more distress. He's known Bakugou for years. His best bud rarely ever freaks out like this. Something must be detrimentally wrong for him to be behaving in such a manner.
"Hey..." Eijirou starts as if Katsuki's made of glass. His softness makes Katsuki want to crawl into his own skin. "What's up, man? The fight, did it hurt?"
"N-no," Katsuki bites. "Quit making such a big deal out of nothing! I-" He stops, because it literally sounds like he's on the verge of tears.
Kirishima gapes like he's handling a poor wounded animal, then Bakugou comes to realize why. There's fat tears rolling down his own face.
"C'mon, man...It's alr-"
"Stop!" Bakugou yells, slapping away Kirshima's consoling hand. After the harsh action, something behind his teary eyes begins to burn even more. Kirishima was only trying to help, Katsuki shouldn'tve snapped. That rising guilt seems to make him sob harder.
Now he knew something was up. Of course Katsuki is capable of remorse, but never does he feel this remorseful because of such a small mistake.
Eijirou, helpless, takes a step back.
"Just-" Katsuki lets out a few gasps of air. "Don't look at me."
He buries his face behind his forearms and chunky gauntlets. It seemed the more he tried to stop the tears, the more they seemed to come. Arms wrap around Bakugou's frame, making him jump. Kirishima was hugging him, and even though Bakugou's mind was yelling to push him off, his body says otherwise. From the comforting touch, Katsuki feels himself melting into the embrace.
"I'm sorry, dude," Kirshima says, sounding a bit choked up too as he rubs Katsuki's back supportively. "It's my job to be your shield. I'm sorry I let you get hit."
Bakugou doesn't say anything, just hiccups and cries into Eijirou's ear as his arms stay rigged against his sides, allowing himself to be held. Like magic, Katsuki can feel himself beginning to calm down, but that doesn't stop the flaring embarrassment in his cheeks.
"That asshole villian..." Katsuki breathes, voice a bit muffled against Kirishima's shoulder. "Today was so shitty. Now the press is gonna be on my ass again, and I looked stupid in front of everyone, and my hair looks like shit today, and I've still gotta make it to the shitty Hero Convention, and now…now this happens."
What. Why was he whining like a bitch? Something is most certainly wrong. He's not himself right now. It has to be something to do with that woman's quirk. Is he still feeling her feelings? He's gotta be, right? Katsuki's own head is above whatever this is.
Kirishima leans back and fixes him with a funny look at first.
"What are you talking about? Don't worry about it, dude. Your hair looks just as manly as it always does, real handsome."
Bakugou huffs and rolls his eyes. He attempts to speak, to tell Kirshima to stop spouting this gooey bullshit and that he's under the influence of a quirk, but instead, his sentimental ass just gripes:
"Kirishima. I don't feel right. Something's wrong."
"Yeah, you're telling me,” he sighs with a slight shake of his head and light smirk. “You don't gotta be tuff all the time, y'know? It's normal. Showing your feelings and letting 'em out is the most manly thing someone can do. I'm proud of you, buddy."
Bakugou couldn't stop himself from smiling. This has got to be his worst nightmare brought into reality. Why the hell did praise from Shitty Hair elicit such a visible reaction? Why was it able to make him feel so honored?
"No," Katsuki presses, barely able to muster assertiveness into his tone. "I-It's the hag's damn quirk. It's gotta be messing with my head."
Kirishima frowns, squeezing Katsuki's good shoulder a bit.
"Shit. You think?"
"Gotta be," Katsuki answers, sniffing and scrubbing his eyes frustratedly. "Why else would I be acting like such a bitch? This shit-…not me…”
These feelings can’t be his.
Eijirou hums, stepping back from Katsuki to pensively hold his chin in thought.
"How 'bout I call someone to cover your shift? We should get you checked out, man. You know we're not supposed to be working under the influence of unknown quirks. I can tell Aizawa you can't make it to the con-"
"No!"
Kirshima blinks, the sudden outburst startling Katsuki as much as it did Eijirou. Katsuki clears his throat, trying hard to steady himself
"Th-that nerd asked me to come. No way am I gonna fuckin' back down. I can do any challenge that damn Deku puts me up against."
At the end of his sentence mentioning Izuku, his breath catches in his throat leading to a brief coughing fit. For some reason, his palms begin to sweat a bit more, his cheeks flush, and his heartbeat all of a sudden picks up the pace. What the fuck exactly is this quirk?
Kirishima sighs heartily, though he chuckles a bit at the end.
"It's a convention, not a sports festival. I'm just saying, you really shouldn't-" He stops abruptly, then sighs again. "Awh, whatever dude. I think you shouldn't go, but I know damn well I can't stop you.”
-can't stop you from doing anything when it comes to Izuku, Kirshima had wanted to add. He refrains though, deciding that Katsuki deserves a break just this once.
Kirishima knows from past experience that there's absolutely nothing he can do to deter Katsuki from doing something that's in any way remotely related to Izuku. That being said, he decides not to play his cards in a losing battle.
The best Kirishima can do for his best friend is be there for him once something inevitably goes wrong, so instead of trying to argue, he just playfully knocks his knuckles against one of Katsuki's gauntlets with a little bit of amusement on his face.
"Don't say I didn't warn you though, buddy."
"Misaki Kawamura. Villian name: True. Her quirk is registered as 'Empath,'" read the health bay worker as she analyzed some charts displayed on her high tech monitors.
Katsuki (who can't seem to sit still for a second anymore) restlessly paces the smooth ceramic floor of his agency's infirmary unit, his frown dragging further and further down his mouth with every one of the sophisticated nurse's words.
"It affects the limbic system, particularly your emotions." She turns on her spinny stool to face Katsuki. "Her main ability involves emotional projection. She can make another person feel her own emotions when she touches them."
Katsuki scoffs, a bit louder than he usually does. He'd guessed that much. So it was that lady's own idiotic emotions that'd caused him so much trouble earlier.
"But, that isn't all," Nurse Sanae continues, taking a moment to push her thin glasses further up her nose bridge. "She has a 'special move.' It's listed as 'Sentimentality.' It's not something she does often, as it requires much of her energy."
"Fuckin' lucky me then," Katsuki mutters. Nervousness begins to creep up his spine. "What's it do? We still linked or some shit?"
"Not linked, sir," she shakes her head. "Sentimentality allows her to enhance the neurons in the victim's prefrontal cortex, hyper activate their chemical messengers."
"The hell's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," she answers evenly. "-embarrassment, sadness, fear, happiness, frustration- you name it. You'll feel all of your emotions about 89% stronger than you usually do."
Katsuki's pacing reaches a halt, boots clattering as they fall to a final stop. She's kidding right?
"What?" he says through his teeth. "So all this bullshit has nothing to do with her feelings?"
The nurse shakes her head again.
"Not her feelings, sir. Yours."
His face scrunches up, eyes bulging. Oh! Great! Except for the fact that it's not great whatsoever.
Katsuki would've happily taken a pain quirk, a quirk that makes his fingers fall off, maybe even a quirk that killed him instantly with one tap- but this? A fucking sappy feelings quirk? That's the biggest fucking joke Katsuki's ever heard. Not to mention that that whole public meltdown he'd had earlier was all him. His feelings. That just couldn't be true.
"Dynamight sir, the smoke alarm."
He wrinkles his nose, then clenches his hands into tight fists to swallow down the sparks that'd been unintentionally spilling from his fingers again. A large wave of annoyance hits him. This is his goddamn agency, why the hell should the god of explosions have to worry about something so insignificant.
"Ugh. Just take out the fuckin' smoke detectors, damn it!"
Used to the bullshit by now, the nurse just glances unamused.
"I suggest you take today off from hero work, tomorrow as well just to be safe," she articulated, suddenly scribbling something down on her clipboard.
“I can’t afford days off. Slacking isn’t gonna get me to number 1.”
"Past reports suggest that the quirk only lasts for 24 hours once affected. You can afford to miss 1 or 2 days out of hundreds, sir,” she answers, keeping her composure.
Clicking her pen, she slightly grimaces. "Sir, I also think you should avoid being in the public eye during this time too. I predict your ability to self regulate during social situations will be greatly weakened, and you may be extremely susceptible to emotional harm.”
"The fuck's that supposed to mean? I don't hide from shit! I’m not gonna be stopped by some stupid quirk.”
Wow. He's starting to really sound like his shitty adolescent self. Honestly, the nurse is completely right. He can't let people see him like this. Maybe he should just go home, crawl down into his basement, curl up into a ball, and cry himself to sleep for 24 hours until he can properly face the backlash that will definitely arise as a result of his little tantrum earlier today.
Practically ignoring him, the nurse begins to tidy up some documents and type a report to the Hero Commission regarding Dynamight's situation/call off from any dispatches or patrols that they may attempt to assign in the next 24 hours.
Before he can begin to complain some more, Katsuki's phone vibrates.
Izuku 2 minutes ago
Kacchan! I'm so excited to see you soon :D thanks again so much for coming!!!! Me and the kids really appreciate it haha
Izuku 2 minutes ago
Also I know I said you wouldn't have to help with a lesson... but uhhmm today in class, my students asked if they could get some pro hero advice from a real pro, and u were the first one I thought of so I told them you would happily give some words
Izuku 1 minute ago
I may have also promised that you would lead your own lecture
Izuku 1 minute ago
Sorry!
Izuku just now
Not my fault!
Izuku just now
Or well technically it is
Izuku just now
But u can't be mad!!!!!
Izuku just now
They were so excited. It was so sweet. I couldn't just say no!!!!
Izuku just now
Sorry again Kacchan :,D
Izuku just now
I'm so glad you're coming!!! It means a lot to me 8)
The phone slips from his sweaty hand and plops onto the shiny white floor. Katsuki slightly hiccups, cheeks tight and tinted pink with a smile he didn't even know he had.
Izuku's just too lovely to not smile at the very thought of. Katsuki can't wait to see him soon, the anticipation so exhilarating it makes him want to laugh and tremble all at once. There's uncontrollable butterflies just fluttering about his stomach at the very mention of-!
.........
Shit.
The nurse doesn't even bother to look up from her computer monitor as she taps away at the keyboard.
"It's not too late to stop all public appearances for the next 24 hours, Mr. Dynamight."