It's been a week since Izukus suicide spree and Katsuki is fairly sure he's stopped messing with him, there has been a thankful lack of an excruciatingly painful headache. The school day is uneventful, his lackeys learn to stop asking if they're going to 'have fun with Deku today' when he snaps at them and harshly tells them to go and fuck themselves, they give him an odd look but quickly get the message and drop it, they avoid Katsuki for the rest of the day and stay awkwardly silent during class as if their awaiting their next order. Katsuki scowled as he walked home, crossing the street when traffic finally thinned out and slamming his door open and closed as a greeting as he always did.
His mother tells him how long dinners going to be and he responds with nothing more than another scowl and a grumble as he slips his shoes off before he trudging to his room and slinging his bag haphazardly on the floor, he slams the door shut as be usually does and it vibrates the wall. His eyes wander to the slither of white that's the only evidence of the notebook that's hidden among the others on his bookshelf, tucked innocently between two books he doesn't think he's ever read, taunting him with the gruesome information contained within it's water damaged and burnt pages with only the couple few pages with any hero notes as the cover promised.
He tears his eyes from the notebook and swallows whatever feeling is rising in his throat before dedicating himself to the homework he was given today, focusing on it much more than he usually did as pen met pap-
-It's been a week since Izukus suicide spree and Katsuki is fairly sure he's stopped messing with him, there has been a thankful lack of an excruciatingly painful headache- wait not there isn't, it's throbbing against his skull every agonising second after the bell rang, all day Izuku's been scribbling in a notebook and everything was fine until the very second the bell rang.
His eyes follow Izuku as he scribbles something in his notebook and walks out of class holding it under his arm, Katsuki feels like he's missing something as the greenette disappears out of his view, he stands still for a moment before the thrumming pain in his head snaps him back into it and begins to walk home as he does every school day.
He grits his teeth a little as the pain flourished further as he crosses the busy road too focused on the pounding pain to wait for an opening- a car skims him and the driver swears at him, he yells something about watching the fucking road as the pain continues and he trudges home.
As he slams his door closed and his mother tells him how long dinner is going to be there is a small tight feeling of wrongness in his chest that twists his nerves and puts him ever so slightly on edge for whatever reason. He checks his cracked clock to see it's 3:20pm on the do-
-It's been a week since Izukus suicide spree and Katsuki is not sure he's stopped messing with him, there's nothing but the twisting of wrongness settling within his chest and the thumping in his head to support his thoughts and he doesn't even know where they came from he was just checking the ti- no he wasn't, he was closing his exercise book because it was the very end of the lesson and it was 3:2- 2:59pm just about to hit 3pm, right on time the ear-piercingly loud bell rang out around the school and did nothing but worsen his headache.
He packs his things up quickly and leaves, a couple paces behind Izuku until they got outside the school building and he went directly into the forest, which was not a quick way home and made no sense, Katsuki's eyes followed the other boy as he disappeared into the thick coverage of the forest as he lingered outside of the school, he looked away and began to walk his usual way home, dismissing any lingering thoughts. Crossing the road more carefully than usual for some reason and slamming the front door as he always did, his mother scowled at the noise and told him how long dinner would be as he wordlessly trudged to his room, dropping his bag by his door and closing it with a slam that didn't quite shake the wall.
Katsuki slumped on his bed, eyes wandering to the bag the homework he still had to complete was, and then to his bookshelf- a feeling of dejavu crept up on his mind as his eyes landed on the tiny amount of white wedged neatly between the red and blue on the other side of it. The throbbing in his brain had reduced to a thrum not quite bad enough to actually hurt but just enough to be irritating. Nerves knotted in his chest and settled as a weight in his stomach, his eyes fixated on that miniscule line of white that sat among the rest like it was any other, the rest of the world seemed so loud around him- the cars roaring by on the road, the clangs of pots downstairs of his mother beginning to make dinner for it to hit the table at 5. He glances to the clock on his wall, it was earlier than it felt- 3:20pm sent a light shiver up his spine at the strength of the familiarity as he watched it tick, the delicate sound seeming much louder than it was, he leans against his wall and closes his eyes for a moment, just focusing on the ticking before he has to sit up and do his wo-
All too suddenly his eyes are open and light chattering between students is all that fills his ears, his lungs are straining a little as he looks to the clock that's ticking it's way to 3:00pm.
It's been a week and Katsuki is sure that Izuku is still fucking with him, he can't remember anything solid but he knows. It's the same headache, the same ball of nerves that's only growing and last he remembers he was closing his exercise book and has no reason to be this worked up.
He latches his eyes onto Izuku as the bell rings and he packs his things up as quickly as he can, he see's him scribble something in his notebook holding it under his arm and leaving. Katsuki waits a few seconds before following, he's a good ten metres behind the other boy and as soon as he gets out of the school building makes a beeline for the forest, it feels sickeningly familiar as Katsuki tails him into the woods, Izuku doesn't look back to see if anyone is following him and strides directly into the forest with no signs of slowing down.
The forest is thick and fresh but Izuku pays it no mind, walking with purpose in a direction he seems to know despite there being no clear path to follow.
Katsuki follows a good few paces behind and avoids standing on any branches, occasionally Izuku will turn to follow a different direction and he quickly presses himself against a tree just in case and waits a couple seconds to look. Izuku continues through the forest for around ten minutes before stopping at a small clearing relatively deep in the woods, he places his schoolbag on the ground and sits by it, taking out a necklace and slipping it around his neck before checking his notebook- Katsuki can see his mouth moving ever so slightly but can't make out what he's saying from his distance. Izuku reaches into his bag and from it grips something that glints in the light allowed to bleed through the foliage, it flicks open and Katsuki realises with a jolt that it's a switch blade
"WAIT-", Izuku looks a little surprised but wastes no time in burying the blade in the side of his skull. He instantly slumps to the ground and Katsuki runs to the disturbingly familiar scene of Izuku's dead body.
There's a little blood running down the other boys face and his lungs constrict on themselves, he turns to the notebook that's still open to the page he was reading and
'test one: item passin-
It's been one week since Izuku went on his suicide spree, and Katsuki is sure that Izuku is doing it again from the four words he remembers- 'Test one: item passing'.
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