Chapter 9
"When's the last time you slept?"
Katsuki looked up, it was surprising to hear the man who was sitting in jail to fake a such a legit tone.
"I figured I'd stop by." Katsuki glanced at the floor, what was he supposed to talk about? It felt uncomfortable similar to a hospital visit, the reason he avoided them. Uncomfortable silences just weren't part of his personality.
"I'm going to be worried when you leave. I'm sure you can find a hotel to stay." Kirishima turned to his guard behind him shouting questions about any near hotels that Katsuk could walk to.
"I don't need it."
"You'll crash the car! See! You're already sleeping!"
"Uraraka's driving."
Kirishima paused visible surprise glowing on his face, as he lowered back into his chair, "I-" He paused, seemingly dumbfounded on words to say.
"Spit it out."
"I always thought she would get together with Midoriya."
"She did." Katsuki paused, another glance at the desk, jump of the knee.
"So, you think. Man, this might be weird from a guy in a cell, but you're my best friend, I can tell."
"Wh-"
"She's not with Midoriya, you're telling yourself that because you don't want to admit that you like her."
"You haven't been here for five minutes."
"But you're not denying it." Kirishima smirked, Katsuki hadn't risen from his seat or blown up at him maybe he wanted to talk about it afterall, "So you came here for dating advice."
"No, Deku thinks you were set-up-"
Kirishima glanced at him, "Those bags better not be because of me, I'm sitting here for a reason. I messed up."
"It wasn't-"
"It's not any different. Now I haven't spoken with anyone outside this joint in at least a year, gossip with me man."
Katsuki felt a false sense of relief wash over him, he knew better than to let someone control the situation, but Kirishima had always had that effect on him. For the next hour he let Kirishima lead the conversation, drawing information from the outside world out of him. The guard occasionally scolding Kirishima for his feet on the desk.
"You did that?" Kirishima's laugh bellowed around the cube, the guard shuffled behind him, his visiting length had ended five minutes ago. "You better go before my guards get in trouble."
Katsuki glanced towards the door, Kirishima had controlled the entire conversation and he let him, he wasn't able to talk about what he wanted. "And Uraraka better be driving like you promised." Kirishima waved, acknowledged his guard with a brief thank you before attempting a wave and exiting the room. The flash of silver cuffs on Kirishima's wrists activating the disgust within him. He was going to save Kirishima from this false imprisonment.
"Sir! Sir!"
Katsuki glanced over his shoulder, a guard running at him, "You dropped this." A lunchbox shoved into his hands.
"It ain't mine. Go find someone with a kid." He wouldn't be caught dead with a lunch box with Deku's face plastered a crossed it.
"Sir, I'm sure it's important to you, please don't bring personal items again."
"I'm telling you-"
The guard scurried away before he could finish his sentence. He would just find the child and return it. Katsuki turned heading to the car, "Did Kirishima give you that?" Uraraka glanced at the mirror, questions displayed visibly as he slid into the backseat buckling in the process.
"The guards seemed confused. Hopefully the kid has their name in it." Katsuki clicked the box open beginning to shuffle in the box. Instead of being met with food he was met with paperwork, hopefully he would be able to find the kid's test or homework with their name on it. Papers crammed to the corners of the box, Katsuki picked the papers up expecting to find test in substitution he was met with excessively detailed plans on Kirishima being thrown into jail. Katsuki scooped up more papers.
The lead he needed was literally just shoved into his hands. Maybe there was something else-the next paper had Uravity at the top. He wasn't holding evidence in his hands, he was holding a list of targets. He glanced towards Uraraka, "Stop the car-"
A pickup truck swerved towards them.
