BNHA
Katsuki was pissed. This, in and of itself, wasn't unusual. In fact, it was pretty much his average state of being. However, this time he was pissed at Kirishima. Which was fucking weird as the shitty haired idiot normally seemed to possess the strange mundane superpower of keeping Katsuki in a good mood.
Not today. Not this week. Not this fucking month. The redhead had been a giant pain in the ass. Snapping and snarling at everyone, telling Katsuki to fuck off when he was trying to tutor him in math, brushing him off in training. Even pairing up with fucking Animal Crossing and Round Cheeks in training than talk to Katsuki.
The blond curled his hands into fists, watching small pops and sparks dance on his palms and telling himself in no uncertain terms that he wasn't hurt. The sting in his chest was anger. The drop in his stomach was rage.
He could still remember his cold surprise when those sharp teeth were suddenly turned on him. Red eyes flashing in anger and barbed tongue ripping into his flesh with words he never expected to hear, never expected to hurt. Chilling and wrong as they passed Kirishima's normally smiling lips.
Katsuki wasn't a pussy. He could take people talking shit about him. He could take fucking insults. He would give them right back! Like some fucking extras thoughts were going to bring him down.
But it wasn't some fucking stupid extra. It was Kirishima. Fucking, Kirishima! The constantly smiling, happy go lucky, stupidly touchy redhead who at some point had decided that hanging around Katsuki was the shit-which it obviously was-and who Katsuki, against his own better instincts, had also decided was worth a damn. More than any other of the useless fuckers in the class.
It sucked, but it was fine. He was fine. Katsuki would get over it. Kirishima would apologize eventually or Katsuki would make it clear to the fucker that he wasn't worth his time.
So why the fuck was he up at the ass fucking crack of night, loosing sleep over the red fucker!?
Everything was slowly getting better. Kirishima would grow some fucking balls soon enough and come crawling back. After his trip home the redhead had stopped being so much of an ass. And, sure, alright, Katsuki was curious, sue him. Maybe he wanted to know what had been wrong with the guy? But he wasn't Discount Pikachu or, gods forbid, fucking Deku. He knew Kirishima would tell him if he wanted to, so he had held his tongue and not fucking pried like a nosy green haired unwanted busy body. Kirishima could keep his secrets. The guy deserved privacy as much as the next person.
But that didn't mean the idiot could fucking lie to his fucking face! The fucking audacity. Just the thought of those stupid squirrelly red eyes had him fuming.
Katsuki heard a small click of a door unlocking. Muted footsteps moving down the hallway. All the more obvious for how freaking hard the person was trying to be quiet about it, and failing. Katsuki sneered, Kirishima wouldn't know how to be quiet if a noise canceler hit him in the face.
Well, Katsuki had had enough. Every night since the idiot had come back from home visit the fucker would go sneaking out. Villain attacks and nightmares unfortunately lead to Katsuki becoming an annoyingly light sleeper. Boiling with rage, Katsuki decided it was the last straw. He would find out what Shitty Hair was hiding tonight or he would wring the truth from his neck in training tomorrow.
Waiting for a little bit, because he wasn't an idiot and there was only so many places Kirishima could go without tripping the alarms and risking the wrath of Aizawa, Katsuki kicked on his slippers and slouched out of his own room. Heading immediately for the stairs, Katsuki built up a nice little sheen of sweat on his palms. More than prepared to blast the truth out of his friend if need be.
Making sure to stay silent Katsuki crept to the dark of the common room, the entire place faintly lit by the street lights outside. The open fridge threw a blue glow across the floor, Kirishima rummaging around in the bottom draws. He kept pulling things out and putting them back. A flash of irritation swept thought him as he realized who was to blame for all his shit being moved in the fridge recently. Katsuki was going to kill him.
What was the idiot even looking for? Kirishima didn't keep anything in the fridge other than his usual gallon of milk, as far as Katsuki knew. The idiot couldn't cook for shit, to impatient to do anything more complicated than stir-fry.
After a little bit, and Katsuki witnessing the haphazard replacement of his fucking food, Kirishima finally found what he was looking for. He wondered over to settle himself down at the breakfast bar back facing Katsuki, humming happily and swinging his legs from the barstool like a five year old. His phone cast an eerie light as Katsuki recognized the sounds of the the fucking stupid bubble game Discount Pikachu had become addicted to lately.
Katsuki watched the redhead bring something to his mouth. There was the sound of crunching, a clack of teeth.
The hell? The. Fucking. Hell?
All this time, Katsuki worrying about the idiot-loosing fucking sleep over his bad attitude-and the asshole just needed a midnight snack?! That was his big secret?!
Katsuki was over this shit. No more mister nice guy. Flipping the light switch he squinted through the bright light, ignoring the others startled yelp of surprise and hiss of pain. Katsuki stomped over, palm already popping.
Kirishima stared at him, the bone he was nibbling hanging loosely from his open mouth. Katsuki watched blood drip onto the counter. Mind coming to a sudden screeching halt.
Red eyes met red.
"Don't!"
To late. Katsuki's explosion was loud enough to shake the building.
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