A/N/: *dancing around* we have more flops in perspectives! And all because we need to see the spiciness from Deku's POV for once! *sprinkles pixie dust on everyone* Enjooooy! Also, please MIND THE TAGS this chapter! It got pretty emotional!
Katsuki
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY!" Katsuki roared as he sent off a white-hot blast of explosive force toward the villain he was in battle with.
The villain, a man who was part arachnid, went flying across the rooftop that they were fighting on. He managed to land on two fucking feet before he came barrelling back at Katsuki. Considering the nature of his quirk, he wasn't surprised. But that didn't mean he wasn't fucking annoyed. It'd been a back and forth battle of Katsuki blasting this fuck across the rooftop and him charging right on back at him.
It was a really fucking great way to start his first week back to work after his medical leave. He'd had a constant string of annoying fucking villains that didn't know when enough was enough. This arachne guy was just the icing on the cake for his Friday morning.
They stood on the top of one of the skyscrapers in downtown Musutafu. It was the end of September. Fall had kicked in. The leaves on the trees were already changing from bright greens to brilliant oranges and yellows. The weather was cooler now, too, compared to when he'd first come back to his hometown. He'd gone from easily being able to break a sweat to having to fucking work for it. And considering this wasn't even his first villain of the morning - it was, as a matter of fact, his third - he really needed to watch his sweat reserves in his gauntlets. If he wasn't careful, he'd run dry before the end of the afternoon.
"C'mon, Dynamight!" Spider-Fuck goaded. "You're the number four hero! You should be better than this!"
"Shut the FUCK up!" Katsuki roared. He sent another unnecessarily large blast at the stupid fuck, which he managed to dodge.
"What? Did those little baby burns have you down?" he said in that stupid, upbeat tone of his. God, it made Katsuki want to punch his lights out. "I've never seen someone fight as sloppy as you!"
He hated that this guy was right. He knew he wasn't on his best game. He knew he was pushing it from having just returned from medical. He'd come back two weeks earlier than his doctor had recommended because he couldn't stand sitting at home doing nothing while the rest of the city busted their asses to keep the children safe. So, he pushed himself. Did he give a fuck? Not really. Sure, he'd get pangs of pain ever once in a while from those nerve endings that were still growing. But he had a goddamn job to do. And right now, that job was taking down Spider-Fuck over here. Even if he was in peak form, he was gonna take this fucker down. Now only if he would just stay fucking down.
But he just fucking kept coming!
Katsuki snarled as he let off yet another explosion, this one completely obliterating the strands of silk webbing that the villain sent at him. Because that was something another fucking part about his quirk. Not only did he have spider senses, super precises accuracy, and incredible agility and speed, but he also had fucking spider webs! The bastard used that shit like one of the fucking ancient comic book super heroes he'd read about as a kid. It was fucking insane! He managed to get the shit that was at eye level, but what he didn't notice were the webs coming at his ankles. Damn those fucking webs! They were driving him crazy. Or rather, they were dragging him around like crazy.
Specifically across the rooftop.
Spider-Fuck had a particularly good hold on him, too. The webs wrapped around his ankles and pulled his feet out from under him. He thudded onto his back, the breath getting forced from his lungs. Fucking christ. Katsuki wheezed as he sent yet another blast at Spider-Fuck's webbing that was pulling him across the rooftop. But he was two steps ahead of Katsuki. Before he was able to completely burn through the annoying substance, Spider-Fuck gave him a good yank. Before he knew it, he was careening through the air and over the edge of the rooftop.
Katsuki was in freefall, head first over the edge of the building. The wind whipped around him, blowing the blond strands of hair from his eyes. He growled in frustration as he activated his quirk once more. He managed to stop himself before he got too many stories down and blasted himself back skyward. In those few seconds that he was absent from the battle, Spider-Fuck was already on the move. And he was fast. But Katsuki was a fucking faster.
He blasted himself across the rooftop and tackled the stupid fuck before he could get too far. And when he'd caught him, Katsuki slapped those quirk nullifying cuffs in his so damn fast. This was just some two-bit fucking villain. He shouldn't have been spending as much time as he had on him, but fuck. With his main case radio silent, he had to at least do something. He could at least admit that it felt good to fight someone because he wouldn't be so much of that for the rest of the morning.
After Spider-Fuck was hauled by the police, Katsuki went back to patrols. Not that he wanted to do his damn patrols. They'd been particularly grueling these last couple of days. Ever since the chief of police and the hero commission had demanded that they work more overtime, they'd been spending every waking moment watching the main routes to school. Students had been sent on designated routes to avoid kids walking alone. And if the commute was too far, they were being bussed to school. And you know what his job was? To fucking parade these damn routes to make sure that none of these kids were being nabbed from thin air.
Luckily, nothing had happened thus far. But as the school commutes began, he found himself getting crabbier. On a premise, Katsuki didn't really care for fucking kids. Sure, he loved his daughter with every fiber in his being. And sure, he'd protect each and every one of these brats should danger come their way. But that didn't mean he wanted to sign a million autographs as they walked to school in the morning! This wasn't a fucking game. He didn't have time to get distracted by their bullshit. They didn't have time to become distracted by him. All around, it was a fucking irritating situation. But it couldn't be helped.
The worst part was the way these brats reacted to Deku. He was the current number five. He was a local pro. He'd been working out of this area for the last five fucking years. But low and behold, students still fawned over him as if it were his debut into the top ten. It irritated Katsuki to no fucking end.
Speaking of Deku, the green bean was supposed to be patrolling with him, but he was nowhere to be found. He could have sworn he was on the rooftop with him when he was busy fighting Spider-Fuck, but apparently, he went off somewhere. That would make sense, too, considering he never once came to help Katsuki with the irritating piece of shit.
And thus, Katsuki covered their entire school route shift alone. Was he upset? No. Why the fuck would he be upset? Was he pissed? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Deku didn't actually appear until halfway through the day, and when he did, he was literally steaming. Small explosions erupted from his palms as he stalked toward the man that was all freckles and smiles. Katsuki grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and turned him around to face him.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he gritted out.
"I'm sorry, Ka- Er. Sorry. Dynamight," Deku said, and Katsuki rolled his eyes at the slip. "That Arachne villain's partner evaded capture. It took me all morning to track her down!"
"And you didn't think to call why?" he asked with a sneer.
Deku scratched the back of his head. "My phone is in the locker room," he said.
"You're hopeless."
"I'll make it up to you later! I promise!"
"You fucking better, you damn nerd."
Izuku
You best bet that Izuku made up for it.
In all honesty, he'd gone back and forth on ways to make it up to Kacchan throughout the rest of their shift. He'd debated on buying lunch, but he figured that wasn't enough. Not only had he bought Kacchan lunch, but the second they'd gotten to the locker room, he'd ambushed him.
He slammed Kacchan's back against the tiled wall of the showerstall he'd entered. The smallest of gasps sounded from the blond, and it only managed to stoke Izuku's ego. He was the only one who got to see Kacchan like this. Surprised with hints of arousal forming in those crimson eyes of his. God, he wanted to devour him.
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss against Kacchan's own parted lips. Kacchan melted into the kiss without hesitation, which had Izuku fucking floored. Izuku's hands ran up and down his bare sides, attempting to take in each and every plane of his beautiful fucking body. The man in front of him was an absolute masterpiece that Izuku planned to worship.
"My Kacchan," Izuku purred against Katsuki's lips.
The blond groaned beneath him. "You're such a fuckin' sap," he mumbled.
That caused a seductive smile to slide onto Izuku's lips. "Well, you are mine," he said softly, reaching between them. He grabbed hold of Kacchan's cock and slowly began to stroke it. "No one else will touch this dick like I can."
Kacchan snorted. "Prove it."
A flip switched within Izuku as the challenge in Kachan's words. He pulled his lips away from Kacchan's and trailed them down his damp skin. His hands ran down his sides, too, as he sank down into a squat before the blond. And now, right before his eyes, was Kacchan's erect cock. And goddamn was it fucking beautiful. God, he fucking loved it. It stood firm and beautiful right before Izuku's eyes, just begging to be touched. Izuku allowed his breath to ghost across it gently.
"Stop fuckin' teasing me, shitty nerd," Kacchan grumbled.
Izuku chuckled lowly. "I'll do what I want to you, Kacchan. It's not like you're gonna stop me, are you?"
He paused, giving his hero partner ample time to push him away. Time to leave the shower altogether, but all Kacchan did was blush and avert his gaze.
"Shut the fuck up," he grumbled. "And do whatever the fuck you're down there for."
"So demanding, Kacchan," Izuku said softly.
But he obliged, allowing his lips to slide down over the head of Kacchan's cock. He gave a few quick flicks of his tongue, and all the while Izuku kept his eyes focused on Kacchan's. He watched a multitude of emotions flutter across the blond's face. Irritation. Pleasure. Desire. Izuku loved them all. If Kacchan was the one making those expressions, he'd devour them. If it was Kacchan, he felt as though he could do anything.
Izuku hummed as he slid his lips from Kacchan's cock. He grinned devilishly up at him before licking a stripe of molten lava against the underside of his dick. He watched as the blond's features melted into bliss. He loved how easily undone Kacchan became. He tore his gaze away from him and closed his eyes, sinking his lips down over the head of his cock once more. His right hand wrapped around the base of his dick, and he gave an experimental twist and pull of his wrist. He did it just the way he liked - albeit reversed - when he took care of himself. And apparently, it was the right thing to do because he heard a low groan of approval from Kacchan.
It took him a second to get fully relaxed, and when he did, he removed his hand. He let his lips slide all the way down the length of Kacchan's shaft until he was seated with his lips at his base. And in an agonizing slow way, he slid back off to tease his tip again. He gave a few flicks of his tongue, swirling around before plunging his lips further down his length. That drew out a heavy groan from Kacchan. He bobbed his head up and down, popping off occasionally to drag the tip of his tongue up Kacchan's vein like he knew he liked.
Kacchan's hands threaded into Izuku's curly hair and tightened the longer he went on indulging in his dick. His groans went from being a minute or so apart to every few seconds. He could hear his breath accelerating, and when he looked up at him, he saw that his face was contorted with pleasure. A bright blush had spread across his porcelain cheeks. It only turned Izuku on more. To have Kacchan so undone because of him - it was a source of the ultimate satisfaction for the greenette. He worked him fervently, his hand slick and sliding easily across his skin as the scalding shower poured down on them.
"Fuck- Deku," he groaned out quietly, just loud enough for Izuku to hear. "Fuck- I'm close. Deku- Stop. You don't have to."
Izuku moved his hands to Kacchan's hips. He fixed them there, pulling Kacchan closer to him. His mouth slid up and down the length of his dick. His own moans filled the air as his tip reached deeper and deeper into his throat.
He felt him try to pull away slightly, probably to spare him from his oncoming load, but he held him firmly in place. He wouldn't let Kacchan run from him. Not this time. Not ever. Kacchan's grip on Izuku's hair tightened one last time before, with a long, drawn-out moan, he spilled out. His hips stuttered through his orgasm, and Izuku kept on sliding his lips up and down. He kept his tongue running along Kacchan's vein. With each flick of his tongue, he heard him moan. He knew Kacchan had to be sensitive. Orgasms brought about the best overstimulation in his opinion. And finally, when the only sounds he heard from him were light pants of exertion and the water hitting both them and the tiles, he pulled away from him with an audible pop. He made eye contact with him as he swallowed down his load and licked his lips for good measure.
"Fuck that was hot, Kacchan," Deku breathed, running his hands over Kacchan's perfect hips.
The blond spared one glanced downward to look at what Izuku assumed was his own weeping erection. A moment later, they made eye contact. Then, in a flurry of motion, Izuku heaved himself to his feet. It only took him a second to get Kacchan in the position that he wanted him. Bent over with his hands braces against the tiles for support. The stream of water from the shower collected in that delicious dip of Kacchan's back. Izuku's hands fell to his hips, his thumbs resting in the little dimples that were right above his asscheeks.
From this angle, he had the most delectable view of Kacchan. He was beautiful. Stunning. Any fucking adjective that was a derivative of the two. That was what he could use to describe Kacchan. He didn't care that that battle had left Kacchan scarred. Sure, there were some raised, keloided parts of his skin, but they didn't make him anything less than perfect. It was who Kacchan was. Izuku was sure that the scars would eventually fade until they were hardly noticeable, but until that happened, he would make sure that Kacchan knew just how amazing he was.
"You're irresistible, Kacchan. Can I take you?" he asked alluringly as he leaned over Kacchan. His lips were so damn close to his ear. "I wanna fuck you so damn bad."
Izuku's teeth gently grazed over the sensitive outer shell of his ear before he peppered kisses from his temple down to his jaw and finally to that sensitive pulse point on his neck. Kacchan shuddered at the contact. This was all just too good to be true. He had Kacchan right here before, so pliant and ready to be fuck.
Izuku slid one of his hands up the length of Kacchan's body until his fingers were near the blond's mouth. He stroked his hand along Kacchan's jaw.
"You're a fucking tease, Deku," the blond said as his breath hitched.
"Only to you," he said. "Now suck."
Izuku presented two fingers before Kacchan's lips, and he automatically opened his lips to greedily take them in. He laved his tongue around and between Izuku's fingers, coating them generously in saliva. Izuku pressed his fingers against Kacchan's tongue before reaching them deeper into his mouth. And when he was satisfied, he retracted them from Kacchan's mouth. Izuku's fingers easily slid back to Kacchan's ass before circling his hole once more. He pressed against it gently at first, which elicited the most delicious moan from the man. But before he went further, he took his other hand and tangled it into Kacchan's hair.
He tugged hard enough to drag the blond's head back. From that angle, Izuku caught sight of Kacchan's eyes. He looked just as aroused as Izuku felt. His pupils were blown wide, almost eclipsing his crimson irises. His lips were parted in absolute bliss.
"You're mine, Kacchan," he breathed.
"Show me that I am, Deku," Kacchan replied. "Prove it."
And as he was never one to back down from a challenge, Izuku's crooked digit circled the ring of muscle before he plunged through. Kacchan sucked in a deep breath at Izuku's sudden intrusion, and that only made him want him more.
"You feel so good, Kacchan," Izuku purred into his ear, his grip tightening on Katsuki's hair. "I love feeling you like this"
"Oh yeah?" Kacchan asked.
He was reveling in the feeling of stretching Kacchan wide. The slow preparation that he always seemed to get just right. His ability to get Kacchan to fall apart at his fingertips.
"Always."
He worked Kacchan open slowly, scissoring his fingers wide so that when it came down to it, Izuku could fit his full girth within the man. And when the stretch was enough, Izuku hooked his fingers up to catch the blond's prostate. It only took a second to find it, and once he did, he fucking rammed his fingers into it with each thrust. Those ministrations stole the breath from Kacchan's lungs. His mouth hung open and his chest stilled for a few moments before a long, low moan came from him. It echoed through the empty locker room, and holy shit. Kacchan sounded beautiful.
Izuku enjoyed stretching Kacchan open. And even though he worked faster than normal considering their time constraints, he didn't find that he was rushing. He was still using the same amount of tenderness and care that he normally would when prepping the man that he cared so much about. And granted, Kacchan probably minded, but then again, Izuku couldn't be sure. If the erection that had grown between his legs was anything to go by, then Izuku had to assume that he felt pretty damn amazing.
But he wanted more of him. He wanted to pound him. He wanted to hear the slap of their skin against one another. God, he ached to get inside of Kacchan. He was so damn perfect, and he wanted to feel him around his cock. He couldn't wait. After one last press against Kacchan's prostate, Izuku retracted his fingers. It left the blond whining in protest, but Izuku didn't care. He lined himself up against Kacchan's hole.
Just as he was about to plunge through his entrance, Izuku noticed that one of Kacchan's hands had left the wall. Izuku's eyes darted down to its location, and he was surprised to find it was wrapped around his cock. He smirked slightly. Kacchan was such a brat.
He released his hold on Kacchan's head in favor of slinking his hand around his front to grab hold of Kacchan's wrist. With a quick twist, he managed to pin Kacchan's arm behind him and against the small of his back. A pleased smirk rested on his lips at the sight of his handiwork.
"I didn't say you could touch yourself," Izuku said, his voice thick with raw desire.
Katsuki let out a groan of frustration. "Well, you ain't touchin' me."
"No. I already sucked you off and swallowed your load."
"Shut the fuck up, nerd," Kacchan growled.
"How about I shut you up?" Izuku asked.
Izuku didn't hesitate. He lined up his cock with Kacchan's perfect hole and plunged in deep. His partner bit back his lewdest moan yet. And fuck. This was exactly what Izuku wanted. To be surrounded by the tight warmth that was Kacchan. It was overstimulating. It was damn perfect. He'd never get used to it. How could he? Kacchan was so damn perfect. Izuku rested there for just a moment longer before he slowly started to shift his hips forward and back. It was an agonizingly slow pace for Izuku, so it had to be worse for Kacchan. But it was worth it if Kacchan's words were anything to go by.
"You're killing me here, Deku," he groaned.
"Oh, I know, Kacchan."
If there was anything that Izuku had learned over the weeks that had passed since Kacchan was back it was that he had an insane change of personality when it came to the blond. He'd gotten himself tangled in quite the power-trip. Each time that Kacchan was beneath him with Izuku's cock seated deep in his ass, he couldn't help himself. He wanted to dominate him. And when those urges came about, he just couldn't give Kacchan what he wanted so easily.
"You're so impatient," Izuku said, pulling back out so that his tip was all that was left inside of Kacchan. "I don't know if I want to give it to you. Maybe I want you to beg."
Kacchan panted out a groan. "Deku-"
"Beg for me, Kacchan. I want to hear your beautiful voice before I annihilate your asshole," he said.
"Please, Deku," he said lowly in a voice that made Izuku's dick twitch. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me deep and touch my cock and make me your bitch. Fuckin' please."
Yet another switch flipped in Izuku. The moment the words left Kacchan's lips, Izuku rocked his hips so that he could get fully seated to his base. He sat there for only a second before his hips were moving rapidly, pounding into Kacchan mercilessly. It only took two or three thrusts for Izuku to find that sweet spot that made the loudest moan yet rip from Kacchan's throat. It was probably too loud. Someone was bound to hear them, but quite frankly, he didn't give a damn. All he cared about was himself and Kacchan, here together. As Izuku pounded at his prostate, Kacchan's moans came out unfiltered and unbridled. He wanted him to find his release so fucking badly.
But his own was coming. It was building while he tortured Kacchan, and, fuck, he didn't want it to stop coming. But he needed to get Kacchan first. He needed to make him see every fucking color of the rainbow before he so much as thought of cumming.
"Fucking touch me," Kacchan moaned, his singular palm holding him steady against the wall. His legs were shaking and Izuku was sure they'd fail him soon. "Please."
Izuku's arm snaked around Kacchan's waist as he plowed into him. His warm fingers wrapped around Katsuki's shaft. Those first unhurried strokes had the blond melting into his hold. Izuku couldn't help but grin. Kacchan was acting as though his dick had been neglected for long enough for it to act like it had never been touched before. At this rate, just the slow strokes would be enough to get him off. But Izuku wanted to be merciful to his handsome Kacchan. The beat of his hand quickly matched the beat of his hips against Kacchan's ass. The stimulation of it all was so much. He was on the brink of his orgasm, but he kept his hips going.
"Deku. I-I'm close," he stammered out. Kacchan sounded so far gone, and shit. If Kacchan kept talking like that, it would tip him over the precipice of euphoria. "C-Can I cum. Please? Let me. Can I?"
"Fuck yes. Cum for me Kacchan. C'mon."
Apparently, the blond didn't have to be told twice. With two more pumps of Izuku's hand, he was spilling his seed out onto the wall of the shower. At the same time, Izuku released his own load into Kacchan's ass. White surrounded him, and while it was blind, Izuku still managed to fuck through both of their orgasms. And before he knew it, they were both on the floor of the shower. Kacchan leaned against him completely boneless. His breaths came out fast and short. His eyes were glazed over in the aftermath of his orgasm. He didn't bother to move the blond. Instead, he held him close and raked his fingers through his short blond hair.
God, he loved him. Izuku loved him so damn much. He always had. It was Kacchan. Even when they were kids, he'd loved Kacchan. Back then, it had been platonic and innocent, but these days... Well, Izuku had grown. He'd become an adult, and with an adult age, adult feelings had come, too. His love was no longer innocent and platonic. It was wild and dangerous and... God, how could he just admit it to Kacchan? Kacchan who had baggage beyond what Izuku even knew. Baggage that Kacchan wasn't ready to share yet. So, how could Izuku put his own baggage on top of that?
It was simple. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He was content with just being near Kacchan. To have this much of him was enough. He could wait for the rest. He would wait. Anything for Kacchan especially after he'd given him this much. When Kacchan was ready, he would tell him.
"How was that?" Izuku asked the blond after he saw that Katsuki was coherent enough to comprehend what he was saying.
"S'good," he said. "Legs feel like jello."
Izuku chuckled softly. "I'm sure they do," he said.
He reached for the bottle of showergel that had been abandoned the moment Izuku stepped into the shower with Kacchan. He opened it up and squirted some into his hands. He then set to work getting Kacchan all cleaned up. He started with his legs and ass and then worked his way around.
"You were amazing, Kacchan," he said softly.
"You felt pretty damn good yourself, nerd," Kacchan mumbled as his head rested against Izuku's shoulder.
The greenette hummed and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Kacchan."
"No need to thank me, nerd," Kacchan said. "Thank god for giving you such an amazing dick."
He snorted. "Yeah, I'll be sure to do that one day."
"Not anytime soon, though, 'kay?"
"No, Kacchan," Izuku said with a tiny smile. "Not anytime soon."
Katsuki
By the time their sexscapades in the locker room were done, Katsuki was beyond fucking sore. While he enjoyed getting railed by Deku at any given moment, the fuckin prick really knew how to pound his ass. It took ten minutes of pacing around the locker room for him to be able to walk well enough not to attract suspicion. Fuck, he was bad enough that Deku had jumped his cock in the locker room of all places. They were lucky that some extra hadn't walked in on them.
Well, that's what he thought. Apparently, Kirishima had taken it upon himself to stand guard outside of the locker room after having walked in himself.
"You're so lucky I love you, man," Kirishima said. "If it were anyone else who caught you catching tail in the work locker room, HR would have had your ass."
Katsuki grabbed him by the strap of his shitty fucking hero costume and pulled him close. His eyes were narrowed into slits.
"You breathe a word about this to anyone - especially Camie - and I'll fuckin' have your ass, shitty hair," he growled out.
Kirishima simply raised his hands in surrender. "I getcha, bro. Just lookin' out for you."
"I don't need you to, Shitty Hair."
"Uh huh," the redhead said, nonplussed. "Cause you guys were pretty loud. Couple of people were ready to head in there, but-"
"Alright, alright. I fuckin' get it," he growled. "Blame fuckin' Deku. He jumped my ass."
"Well, from my point of view, your ass enjoyed it."
"Shitty Hair!" he growled threateningly.
Once again, Kirishima held up his hands in surrender. He took a step back just as Deku opened up the door of the locker room and stepped out. His eyes grew wide as they flicked back and forth between him and Kirishima.
"Kirishima! It's good to see you!" Deku said brightly.
"Yeah, you too, man," Kirishima said, without making eye contact with Deku. Katsuki rolled his eyes. Fucking stupid ass extra had to make shit awkward. "Well, I'll, uh, catch you guys later."
Deku furrowed his brows. "Oh, yeah. Right! See you, I guess," he said as Kirishima made his quick exit. The greenette immediately looked at him. "Was there something wrong with Kirishima?"
Katsuki snorted. "Nah," he said. "Unless by wrong you mean that he heard you railing my ass. Then no. We're good."
Once again, that viridian gaze grew wide but this time with horror. "Oh my god! That's so embarrassing!"
"Which is why we're getting the fuck out of here before we run into anyone who might have heard before Kirishima showed up to guard the door," Katsuki groused.
He grabbed Deku by the arm and dragged him away from the scene of their crimes. They needed as much distance between them and the locker room as physically possible. The last thing that they needed was HR coming after their asses.
With their duffels of gear slung over their shoulders, they managed to escape the premises within record timing, and once they were outside on the street, he paused to soak up the daylight. Fuck, he was gonna miss the sunlight as the days got shorter. Darker days. Colder weather. He didn't want any of it. As winter came on, it would become so much more challenging to use his quirk. He hated the fucking cold. Days like today made him want to make the most of it.
"What're we gonna do, Deku?" he asked.
"About what?" he asked.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I mean today dumbass. We have an afternoon off for the first time in fucking ages."
The greenette hummed beside him as he pinched his chin between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger. "Why don't we grab Etsuki and go to the park? You've been working so much lately. I'm sure she'd love it."
A contemplative look formed on Katsuki's face. It wasn't a half bad idea. Breaking his kid out of that prison he called a daycare was actually a damn good idea. He did miss spending more time with the gremlin, especially since he and Deku had been pulling all of this overtime. And the fact that Deku wanted to spend time with Etsuki, too. Well, it meant a lot to him. More than he was willing to put into words for the damn nerd lest he write them down in one of his stalker notebooks to immortalize them.
"Works for me," he said instead, heading down the sidewalk in the direction of the trains. "Move your feet, nerd. We don't have all fucking day."
"Coming, Kacchan!"
It was a quarter to three by the time they busted Etsuki out and made it to the park not too far down the road from both the daycare and his own home. Etsuki sat on his shoulders, her little hands moving about animatedly as she spoke.
"Best. Prison. Break. Ever!" she roared.
Katsuki couldn't help but roll his eyes. "I thought you liked your school, Gremlin."
"It's a prison, Daddy."
"Why?!"
"Ms. Nakamura makes us take naps!"
"Ya know, one day you're going to be old like your daddy and me, and you'll really love naps," Deku said with a grin.
"Nuh uh," she said. "Naps are for lazy people."
"Welp, guess I'm lazy, fire-cracker," Katsuki said dramatically. "I'll just have to quit my job as a hero so I can be a full time lazy guy."
"Daddy! No!"
"Sorry. If it's the price I gotta pay to be able to take a nap, then so be it."
"No being lazy!" she whined as her chubby hands gripped onto his cheeks. She lifted herself slightly from his shoulders so she could flip her head and look at him upside down. "Capeesh?"
"Capeesh? What the fu- er, hell is capeesh?" He asked. He shot a look at Deku, but the nerd only furrowed his brows in confusion.
"I'm pretty sure it's Italian?" he said, even though it came out more as a question than anything.
"Ms. Nakamura says it when she gives us directions," she said. "It's a teacher thing."
"Teachers are so damn weird these days," he grumbled.
"Don't get mad 'cause Ms. Nakamura is smarter than you!" she crowed.
"She is not smarter than me!" he roared.
"Yeah she is! She's a teacher! Teachers know everything!"
Katsuki groaned as he made his way toward the slide on the playground. He was not about to argue with his three year-old on just how incorrect that statement was. The number of times Aizawa hadn't had the answer to one of Deku's insane questions over the year just proved that teachers did not, in fact, know everything. But again, that was a conversation for another time.
He lifted his daughter from his shoulders and set her on the playground. She immediately started climbing upward, making wild proclamations that she was a princess and they were both trolls that she would defeat. He and Deku played the part pretty damn well as they reached into the playground to grab at their toes. It had resulted in a couple of stomped-on fingers, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.
After a while, she'd even found a little boy to be her Prince. It had taken ages of convincing on both Deku and Etsuki's part to convince him that the four year-old was not a threat. It didn't mean that Katsuki didn't grumble about it as he kept a close fucking eye on the kid. Etsuki was too damn young for other boys to be her Prince. It wasn't until he deemed that the kid wasn't a threat that he allowed himself to relax. It was a nice afternoon. There was nothing more that he could ask for. Getting railed. Spending time with both Deku and his daughter. It was peaceful, and nothing could shatter it.
That is, until Etsuki asked a question.
"Hey, Daddy?" she asked. He hummed in response as he turned to look at her. "Why are some of the clouds grey?"
He furrowed his brows as she lifted a chubby finger to point in the direction she was looking. He followed the gesture skyward until he saw it. Her grey clouds. Or rather, a dark plume of smoke rising skyward. For a few brief seconds, his heart stopped beating in his chest. His breath caught in his throat as he just tried to wrap his head around it.
Another fucking fire, but this time, it was close. It couldn't have been more than a few blocks away. And now that he had noticed it, it's acrid scent filled his nostrils. Something was burning. The Paranormal Liberation Front was at it again.
"Deku!" he roared across the playground. We need to go!"
The greenette looked at him briefly with confusion in his eyes before he caught sight of the smoke. His confusion quickly morphed into horror and then determination.
"I'll go ahead! See you there!" Deku said as he snatched up his duffel with his gear and disappeared with a shudder and a crackle of green lightning.
Katsuki turned to the other mother, who now had her son's hand in hers. "You need to get out of here. Get somewhere safe. Somewhere public."
She stared at him with horror, but did not move. He groaned in frustration. "Go!"
His shout seemed to jar her into action. She picked up her son and ran in the opposite direction of the smoke. And as soon as she was fleeing toward safety, Katsuki picked up his own child who had managed to sidle her way up to him.
"Daddy, what's happening?" she asked softly, a hint of fear in her voice.
"Daddy's gotta work, fire-cracker. But you gotta promise me that when we get there, you're gonna follow directions."
"I get to come?" she asked, her eyes suddenly filled with stars.
Katsuki sucked in a deep breath. He didn't want her there by any means. Not at all. But his choices were limited here. He was too far from the agency to take her there, and he didn't have time to leave her at the daycare. There were lives on the line, and if this fire was what he thought it was… He swallowed and looked down at his little girl.
"Yes, but only if you're a good listener," he explained.
Etsuki reached into her pockets, grabbed something out, and slapped it over her ears. Katsuki was surprised to see nothing there. But Etsuki, with that vivid imagination of hers, seemed determined.
"Alright. Got my listening ears on," she said. "Let's rock and roll, chicken nuggy."
He shook his head gently. "I need you to bring your hair in as short as possible. Daddy has to use his quirk"
Again she nodded, and with a concentrated look, Etsuki's hair grew shorter and shorter until it was a little, blond pixie cut. He grinned at her as he readied himself to blast off.
And then they were rocketing across the sky toward the plume of smoke. It was only a few blocks away. What startled him most was just how close to home this all was. Not only was it near his house and a playground, but it was also near Etsuki's daycare. This fire was just hitting way too close to home for him. It left his stomach churning as he careened through the air. And when the blaze was fully in view, his breath caught in his throat. It wasn't near Etsuki's daycare.
No.
It was Etsuki's daycare.
As Katsuki landed on the ground just outside the scene, he was met with a battalion of first responders. Squad cars and fire trucks were already lined up around it, closing off access to the streets leading up to the daycare. The fire departments had their trucks hooked up to the nearest fire hydrant as they prepared to tackle the blaze. Katsuki, with Etsuki in his arms, approached the barricade that the police had set up.
"Sir, you can't be here!" one of the officers yelled at him as he came close. "Civilians need to evacuate the premises!"
"Don't tell my Daddy what to do, you big meanie!" Etsuki roared, her inner Bakugou really coming through. "He's a hero!"
"Yeah, kid, I'm sure he's your hero, but you can't be here!"
But Katsuki promptly ignored him, heading straight toward Tsukauchi who was at the forefront of the police barricade. His face was stricken as he gripped onto the wooden barricade. He seemed to be holding his breath as he waited. Mr. You-Need-To-Evacuate followed behind him, still going on about how if he refused to leave, he'd be forcibly removed. Katsuki continued to ignore him.
"Mr. Tsukauchi, sir!" the officer exclaimed, drawing the detective's attention. "This civilian is refusing to leave."
Tsukauchi looked at them both. "Dynamight," he said simply. "I'm surprised to see you here."
"Oh! H-Hero Dynamight!" the officer said, but as he started to stammer off apologies, Katsuki sent him a withering glare. It shut him up immediately and had him retreating back to his original position.
"Who the fuck is the police department hiring these days?" he growled as he shifted Etsuki in his arms.
The little girl immediately pinched his cheek. "Daddy, no!" she exclaimed. "No cursing!"
That had Tsukauchi forcing a smile onto his face. "I take it this is your daughter."
"Yeah. This is Etsuki," he said. "And I take it you're babysitting?"
"What?!" came Tsukauchi and Etsuki's simultaneous response.
Katsuki shrugged his shoulders. "What, you expect me to take her in there with me?!"
Tsukauchi groaned and held out his arms to take Etsuki. "Heroes Shoto and Deku have already started the evacuation efforts. Most of the students and staff have evacuated," he said, gesturing to the lines of children outside of the daycare building. "But there are still some students and staff that have not been accounted for."
Katsuki nodded tersely.
"Be careful in there, Dynamight."
"Yeah, be careful, Daddy," Etsuki parrotted.
"I'm always careful, gremlin," he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
Then, he dropped his duffel off of his shoulder and pulled out his gauntlets. He jammed them onto his arms and started off toward the blaze. He didn't have time to put on the rest of his suit. He needed to aid in the rescue efforts while the fire department battled the flames. Rest in peace to these clothes that he was wearing. They'd done him well, but he was sure they'd be garbage by the end of the rescue.
The front doors of the daycare had already been removed from the structure, so Katsuki opted to take that route into the blaze. The heat of it was a smack to the face as soon as he entered. The place couldn't have been on fire for more than a few minutes, but it had already spread. It made his stomach drop. With how many fire safety regulations there were for schools, they weren't supposed to be this flammable. As much as he wanted to believe that this was all an accident, he knew that it couldn't be.
It was intentional.
So Katsuki did what he did best and performed his duties for the city of Musutafu despite being off duty. He started by clearing the classrooms, ensuring that there weren't any children left inside. He was thankful that the daycare was small. There were only twelve classrooms with no more than ten children in a class. So as he cleared each room as well as the bathrooms, he shut the doors behind him. And as he made his way into the last classroom, he found one teacher trapped in the class bathroom with a little boy. He got them out of the building via a window before returning to the blaze.
Those were the only people he'd found, and as far as he knew, Deku and Shoto had found a few others. He hoped to whatever mighty presence that there was that this was everyone. But as he approached Tsukauchi and Etsuki, the detective's face was grim. Before Katsuki was even close enough to exchange words with him, he held up three fingers. Katsuki knew what that meant.
Three children were still missing.
They went back in several times even after the flames were fully extinguished. He, Shoto, and Deku searched for well over an hour, scouring each classroom for any survivors. They never found any bodies. The children were gone.
All of the students and staff of the daycare were checked out by medical professionals on the scene. There were very few injuries. Just some minor scrapes and burns for those that they'd had to rescue from the blaze. The teachers had done their jobs and acted according to the center's plan for fire evacuations. It had all gone accordingly, but that didn't stop those three children from getting taken.
The teachers were questioned immediately after the incident. They'd said that there wasn't anything abnormal about the day. No additional visitors. No people loitering outside of the building. The flames had started out of nowhere and quickly consumed everything in their path. And while the evacuation had gone smoothly, some of the staff and students had gotten separated. The information the teachers provided gave them little information into how the Paranormal Liberation Front had gone about this attack.
The post-fire briefing happened at the nearest police department. Katsuki was there, as were Shoto and Deku. Etsuki was off playing with one of the precinct's social workers while they talked.
"They're getting ballsy," was the first thing that Katsuki had said, his eyes focused on both Tsuragamae and Tsukauchi. "We didn't think they'd attack school, but here they are, attacking a daycare."
Tsuragamae held his head in his hands. "This was the last thing that we wanted to happen," he said, frustration leaking into his voice. "The schools were supposed to be safe."
"Well, evidently, Chief, that's no longer the case," Shoto interjected in that cool monotone of his. "They managed to get three children from daycare before they left."
"Was there anything significant about their quirks?" Deku asked.
Tsukauchi was the first to respond with a nod of his head. "The same patterns as before. Quirks that, if given the right training, can develop into something so much more powerful. A self-ignition quirk, a bumper quirk, and a transformation quirk. They were all in the same classroom."
Katsuki frowned. All three of those kids sounded really fucking familiar. Based on his conversations with his daughter over the last few weeks, he'd grown to know some of her classmates just based on their quirks alone. And considering that she was one of the four kids in her class to have developed a quirk at their age, well, her stories generally were very focused.. She always had the most wild stories to tell about the students with quirks, and those three quirks had always been at the center.
"What classroom were they in?" he asked quietly. "Who was their teacher?"
Tsukauchi looked down at the paperwork in front of him that surely had the details on each student. "Uh, a Ms. Nakamura Yui."
He heard Deku's sharp intake of breath beside him, but that was all he got as the color drained from his world. They'd taken kids from Etsuki's class. Etsuki's class. It couldn't be a coincidence. His daughter was a powerful quirk user, and the three students that had been taken had nothing on her. That wasn't even a biased opinion, either. He knew his child was powerful, and those other kids... Well, yeah, they had potential. But nothing of the raw power that Etsuki had. Were they trying to go after her and the other three had just gotten caught up in the middle of it?
All of a sudden, this case had gone from too close for comfort to downright dangerous. He'd been trying his fucking hardest to keep his child out of this, but it seemed that the fight was coming to her now. And what could he do except do his best to protect her?
He would protect her. That wasn't a question.
"Kacchan?" Deku's voice suddenly asked, pulling him from his downward spiral of thoughts. "Kacchan? What are you thinking about? Are you okay?"
"Am I fucking okay? Deku you fuckin' realize what happened today, right?"
Tsukauchi just looked at them with confusion. "I'm missing something here, aren't I?"
"Do you know something more, Dynamight?" Tsuragamae added.
Katsuki stood abruptly from his seat. His nerves were all on end. He couldn't just sit here and expect to have a quiet conversation on strategy. He needed to keep himself moving lest he go insane. He paced around the table, his fingers threading into his hair.
"The kids they took were in my daughter's class," he started.
A stunned silence fell over the conference room. And despite the fact that he wasn't looking at any of the people in the room, Katsuki could feel every set of eyes on him. But when he didn't offer up any more information, Shoto spoke up.
"You had her at the scene, though. She wasn't in the fire," he pointed out.
"Deku and I had early shifts today," he said. He clenched his fists as his sides as the next words came out of her mouth. "I picked her up early from the daycare. If I hadn't, she'd have been-"
He stopped. He couldn't finish the sentence. He wouldn't allow himself to entertain the thought of what could have been if he hadn't gotten Etsuki out of school early. He could think about what might have happened to the brightest light in his life if he hadn't wanted to spend time with her that afternoon.
"This is troubling information, Dynamight," he said.
Immediately, the blond whirled on the Chief of Police.
"Troubling?" he roared. "How the fuck do you think I feel? These fucks were after my kid! My daughter! The only fucking family I have! And three others got caught up in the crossfire! We're up to nineteen missing kids! To me, that's more than fucking troubling!"
"Kacchan, you have to relax. You don't know-" Deku started, but Katsuki cut him off.
"It's too big of a fucking coincidence. There're over a hundred kids at that school, and they just so happen to go to Etsu's classroom? They take kids from her class?" he exclaimed. "It's so damn obvious!"
"Dynamight, I understand why you're worried, but you have to relax. We can't do anything about this if you're yelling," Tsuragamae chastised. "So, either have a seat or we'll remove you from the case. It's very evident that it's become personal for you, and if you can't act professional, we'll have no other choice."
Katsuki glowered at him before throwing himself back down into his chair. He tapped his foot on the ground repeatedly as he waited for these shitheads to resume their fucking conversation about his fucking life that was in the midst of getting screwed the fuck up. But go ahead. Let them figure it out for him.
"How have they even found out about what quirks these children possess?" Shoto asked, his half-and-half fucking face scrunched into a look of question. "It's not as though the quirks of children are publicized. Were there any media stories on these children?"
Tsukauchi shook his head. "I've actually been exploring that angle, and I'm afraid that I haven't found a single story on any of these children, Bakugou's daughter aside. The only thing they had in common was the potential power behind their quirks."
"I don't like what that means, Tsukauchi," Deku said softly. "Children's quirks have to be registered once they present them. If they have access to information that no one else has, then do you think there might be a mole in the quirk registration services?"
"I'll look into it, but that could take some time," Tsukauchi replied.
"Yeah. Time we don't fucking have," Katsuki said with a snort. "Whoever the fuck it is that's endangering these kids is gonna get a fuckin' fist up their ass as soon as I find 'em."
Tsuragamae cleared his throat, grabbing their attention once more.
"Regardless, considering the nature of this case and the turns it has taken, I'd like to consider shutting down the primary schools in Musutafu for the time being," Tsuragamae said, his voice grim. "There is just too much risk in keeping them open."
Another hush fell over the room. Katsuki didn't bother to speak. He knew he'd only get shut down again.
"I'll get into contact with the board of education," Tsukauchi said after a tense moment.
"And what about Kacchan and Etsuki?" Deku asked.
"Considering the young Bakugou has already been targeted, we'll put increased police presence around the places that she frequents," Tsuragamae said. "Where would you say she spends the most time, Dynamight?"
"My house and my parents. She occasionally goes to Aizawa Shota's, but in all reality, that man can protect her better than a hundred police officers," he said.
He didn't understand why the fuck they thought additional police presence around his house would do jack shit. Sure, his parents could use the help, but anyone else? Nah. Not a chance. He wasn't the number four hero for nothing. But if they were doing it to keep Etsuki safe, then he wouldn't turn them down.
"Well, there you have it. I'll have police detail on your home within the hour. In the meantime, you'll have to remain vigilant."
"I don't just want it on my house," he said with a scowl. "Increase surveillance on the schools. These bastards have been a step ahead of us this entire time. We need to catch them before anyone else gets taken."
"I'll talk to the board of education. We'll also advise people to keep their children with them and to keep their quirks under wraps," Tsuragamae said. "When we gather more information, we'll call everyone back. In the meantime, do your best to keep our children safe."
Katsuki gave a curt nod as the others in the room voiced their assent. The task in essence was simple. Keep the children of Musutafu and the surrounding cities safe. But saying it was so much easier than actually doing it. Katsuki didn't care, though. He'd do anything to keep his daughter safe.
Katsuki hated calling his parents. It was a fact of life. He didn't want to talk to them on the phone to give them life updates when he could very well just go visit them. They lived close by. But considering the fire and the uncertainty, he had to pick up the phone for once. Calling them on a normal day was a headache and a half. He didn't want to know what grief she'd give him after it had taken him hours to call after the daycare fire. Considering his mother avidly watched the news and knew where his daughter went to school, she had been calling non-stop. He'd been avoiding her calls for the better part of the afternoon following the briefing with the police department. He had a lot more to deal with than his mother nagging him for details.
Gone was his primary source of childcare. It had burned and was in serious need of repairs. He wasn't going to bother trying to get her enrolled in another daycare, either. Putting her in another school not only put her at risk but also put all of the students that went to school with her at risk. It wasn't the sort of leap of faith that he was prepared to take. UA was also an option. He could always ask Nezu if he could send her there during his shifts, but then again, with UA's track record of getting attacked, he wasn't so sure on that... That left him with his parents as his only real option. So, when he actually gathered the mental fortitude and decided to pick up the phone to call her, she answered on the first ring.
"It's about damn time you called me, you damn brat!" she roared.
And despite the anger in her voice, Katsuki could also hear the sadness and worry. He frowned, knowing well enough that the news hadn't given any of the identities of the children to the general public just yet. It was likely that she thought Etsuki had been taken.
"Is she okay?" she asked quietly after he didn't respond to her.
He nodded despite the futility of the action. "Yeah, ma, she's okay," he said. "I picked her up twenty minutes before the fires started."
There was a sigh of relief from the other end of the call. "Thank fucking god," she said.
"They were going for her, ma," he said, sinking down into one of the chairs in his kitchen. Etsuki was off in the living room playing with her toys as he talked. "They took kids from her class."
"What would they want with her, Katsuki?" she asked.
He could sigh. "I don't know, ma, but whatever the fuck it is, it can't be good."
"What do you need us to do?"
"Babysit when I'm working, really," he said. "I don't exactly trust putting her anywhere else right now."
"We can do that," she said. "Don't worry, Katsuki. We won't let anyone take her. These assholes already took you from me when you were growing up. They won't take my granddaughter, either."
"I know, ma," he said. "Not in their wildest fucking dreams."
At least his parents planned to be there for him and Etsuki. He didn't know what he'd do without them. He was fortunate to have people like them and Deku in his life. Not that any of them would fucking know that. He didn't need to give any of those asshats bigger heads than they already had.
The days surrounding the daycare fire were hectic to say the least. On top of working his normal shift, he had to work his schedule around his parents'. Finding a moment to breathe between working and spending time with Etsuki was a nightmare. Finding time to fuck was an entirely different matter. Eventually, he'd caved and demanded for Deku to come over for dinner.
It turned out to be a great idea, honestly. Deku came over. Katsuki cooked. They enjoyed a movie with Etsuki, and put her to bed. It was the kind of relaxing evening that Katsuki needed after that shitshow of a week. And his plans to seduce Deku had been going pretty damn good, too.
The pair of them were in Katsuki's bed. The blond was beneath the greenette. His dick was hard and he was ready to fuck away his fears. But apparently, that night, his fears wanted to follow him into the bedroom. He didn't know what made the memory come on, but all of a sudden, all he could think of was fucking Kiruka.
The memory wasn't a good one. It was from just before he left her, before the nice where she'd cut his face open. He got home late from work that night. She'd wanted to go out, but he couldn't get home soon enough for her to make her plans. There was no helping it when it came to his job. He knew he'd be walking into a fight, but he was already exhausted. He'd hoped to come in, get dinner started for himself and Etsuki, and get his wife out of his hair. Kiruka being Kiruka wouldn't let that happen.
"You told me you'd be home on time," she hissed as he walked through the door.
He was still covered in grime from the battle. He hadn't changed out of his hero suit, either. He's come straight home to make sure she could do whatever the fuck she wanted.
"Sorry," he said robotically as he shucked off his boots. "My last villain was a pain in my ass. Didn't mean to be late."
"Honestly, Katsuki, you're a pain in my ass," she grumbled as she stomped around the house, searching for whatever the fuck she needed. "You are never on time!"
He sighed heavily as he started across the apartment. He tore off his gauntlets as he went, setting them down in the empty laundry basket that was dedicated to his hero gear.
"Look, Kiruka, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to be this late," he said as he rubbed his hands over his face.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's not as if I haven't heard that before," she snapped. "You've probably been out drinking with your stupid work friends again."
He groaned. "Why the fuck would I do that? Looking like this? Are you insane?"
A snarl formed on Kiruka's lips. Before he could put up any form of defense against her, her hair was whipping out at him. But this time she didn't strike him with it. No. Instead, she wrapped it around his neck and pulled it tight. His airflow was immediately cut off. His hands flew up to his throat and he pulled at the strands, but they wouldn't budge.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" she roared at him. "I'm not just some fucking villain you see on the damn streets!"
Katsuki couldn't say anything in response, couldn't explain to her that he hadn't meant it like that. He had no words. His lungs weren't even prepared. He'd hardly taken a breath before she constricted him. He couldn't fucking breathe. His lungs were burning. He clawed at her hair desperately.
"I'm so fucking sick of you and your damn excuses! You stay at work late to avoid being a father! You don't take care of shit around here! You're fucking useless!"
He shook his head at her desperately, his eyes pleading with her to just stop. They wouldn't solve anything if she fucking strangled him. Tears of exertion blurred his vision. Fucking Kiruka. She had to stop.
"If you're ever late again, you'll regret it, Katsuki. You'll fucking regret it," she seethed.
Just when he was sure he was going to lose consciousness, Kiruka released her hold on him. He coughed wildly as he collapsed to the floor, clutching his neck. Kiruka didn't pay him any mind. She stepped over him, spitting on him for good measure, before grabbing her purse and stomping toward the door. When she left, the door slammed behind her with a resounding bang. Katsuki didn't do anything for the longest time except lie there and marvel at what a beautiful thing it was to just breathe.
The same petrified fear that he'd felt that night with Kiruka was the very same that coursed through him now as he leaned against the headboard of his bed with as much space as physically possible between him and Deku. The memory had faded now, and Katsuki blinked a few times to clear his vision. Tears rolled down his cheeks each time he opened and closed his eyes. He was shaking. His heart was racing. He felt as though he couldn't breathe.
He was pathetic.
"Kacchan?" Deku asked softly, his voice so small. "Kacchan, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!"
Katsuki couldn't form words for a moment. His mind was too frazzled. He was too broken at that moment to actually comprehend anything. All he could do was reach out an arm toward Deku, asking for him to hold him close. He was too damn vulnerable not to ask.
Deku obliged, sinking to his knees right in front of Katsuki. He felt those strong arms circle him and Katsuki allowed himself to really, truly breathe. As soon as he took in one, deep breath, the smell of Deku washed over him. Pine and earth. Those very green scents that were staples of the freckled man. And they were the only things keeping him calm.
And finally, after what seemed like hours, Katsuki finally was able to steady his breathing. He was able to stop the tears. He could fucking breathe.
"Kacchan...?" Deku asked quietly, pulling back so that he could look Katsuki in the eyes. "What happened?"
He shook his head, at a loss. "I don't know..." he said, his voice no higher than a whisper. "W-We were there, and y-you were on top of me... I don't remember anything else, Deku."
"I asked if you had a choking kink," Deku said, his brows furrowed. "I touched your neck, and I didn't use a lot of pressure. I just touched it, a-and you freaked out, Kacchan."
Katsuki's fingers fluttered up to his neck, and he winced at the phantom pains that lingered there. He averted his eyes away from Deku. The word pathetic rose in his mind again. He was fucking pathetic. Deku had hardly touched him, and here he was, reliving trauma that was years old.
"Kacchan, I... I have to know. What happened to you when you were away?" he asked. "Because I've got bits and pieces of this puzzle, but I'm missing so much. And if whatever happened affects you this bad, I-I need to know so I don't trigger this. Kacchan, I have-"
Katsuki slapped a shaky hand down over Deku's lips, effectively silencing him. He then took a deep, steadying breath. He just needed the air in his lungs to remind him that those memories weren't real. They were in the past. He wasn't being hurt by Deku. Deku wasn't going to hurt him like she did.
His therapist had told him that it would be hard opening up to people, especially Deku. He hadn't believed him at first. Not really. But after all of this, well... Evidently, he'd been right. It wasn't as if he wanted to keep this a secret from Deku. Katsuki wanted to tell him more than anything, but there was always that lingering fear of being hurt.
And sure, he'd been hurt before. Villains had damn near strangled him in the past. He'd been beaten on by villains hundreds of times. But Kiruka was his wife. She was supposed to be there to protect him when he needed her to, and vice versa for him. But she hadn't, and she'd destroyed his mental capacity to feel safe around significant others.
That was what Deku was to him. His significant other. Sure, they hadn't given each other any fancy titles like boyfriends, but they were fucking exclusively. They were going on dates. They spent so much damn time together that they basically were boyfriends. But taking that last step was the challenge. Katsuki was terrified of it. What if Deku hurt him like Kiruka had? He wouldn't be able to stomach it.
But if he wanted any chance at something with Deku, he had to admit to these fears. Admitting it was the hardest part. Katsuki dropped his hand down from Deku's mouth, opting to rest it in his lap instead.
He opened and closed his mouth two or three times before he let the words haphazardly tumble from his lips. "My ex wife was abusive," he said simply.
"Kacchan-"
The blond raised a hand to silence the other. "Let me... Let me get it all out, Deku. If you stop me, I doubt I will."
"She was fine when we first got married. Honestly, she was great," he said. "It was after we got pregnant that she started to change. She, uh, started hitting me. With her hair... I, uh... I loved her, so I never fought back. I just let her do her thing. It happened a lot. Anytime I pissed her off."
Katsuki took in a deep breath. "It's why I asked you not to hit me during sex. And why I have an aversion to being choked, I-I guess," he explained, his voice cracking right at the end. "She did that to me... With her hair, and yeah. I'm, uh, I'm sorting through a lot, Deku..."
He couldn't bring himself to look at the greenette. He didn't want to see the pity in his eyes. He couldn't bear it.
"Why didn't you tell anyone, Kacchan?" Deku asked. He honestly sounded just as emotional as Katsuki felt.
"That would be admitting defeat in my own marriage. I couldn't do that. I was convinced that I could fix things," he said with a derisive snort. "That was one battle I wasn't gonna win. And besides. Even if I wanted to tell anyone, I don't think she would have let me. She, uh, limited the contact that I had with my friends. She even got pissy when I tried to talk to my parents. So eventually, I stopped talking to them, too. It was easy to ignore the hag, too, cause I could blame it on work... It wasn't as if I didn't want to talk to them, though."
"She was controlling you?" Deku asked.
Katsuki nodded limply. "Yeah. I think that's why my texts were left on read. We switched numbers at one point because she said she'd been getting some, uh, provocative texts from a random number. She didn't feel safe. I guess I was the dumbass that believed her. She already had your number blocked when I got that phone. It was blocked until recently... She must have been reading your texts through all of that time."
Deku furrowed his brows. "But why?"
He shrugged. "I think she felt threatened by you. By how, uh, close we were before I left. You were my hero partner. My best friend-"
"I was your best friend?"
"Shut up, Deku," he grumbled, a faint blush spreading onto his cheeks. "That's not the point... The point is Kiruka sank her claws into me, and she sank them deep. It took me years to notice, and by the time I did, it was too late to get out."
"Why did you leave her, Kacchan?" Deku asked quietly.
Katsuki closed his eyes with a pained sigh. "She tried to hit Etsuki, and I stopped her. She was so damn little, Deku, and that monster tried to hurt her. I left for about a year after that... We, uh, tried to reconnect about a year ago. We had dinner, fucked. It all seemed to be going so well... And then she started her bullshit again. It's how I got this scar."
His fingers absently touched the scar on his cheek and his sniffled slightly. Because, fuck those memories were still raw from therapy. He and the Doc were still going through them.
"Etsuki, in all of her two and a half year-old wisdom, compared her to a damn villain, Deku. My ex wife was a villain. She hurt people, Deku. She hurt Etsuki. She hurt me," he explained, his voice threatening to crack once again. He took in a few deep, steadying breaths. "I, uh, moved back home after that. And here we are..."
"Here we are."
Katsuki snorted a little bit as he wrapped his arms around his legs. "I think it's why I need to be a bottom in sex, honestly."
Deku's head shot up at that. "What?"
He groaned. "Don't make me repeat it."
"No, no. I heard you. I just don't understand," Deku explained.
"Kiruka, uh, fucked me up mentally. And, I don't know, I guess submitting or whatever during sex just... Helps. It's nice to relax for a little while and let go of control," he said. "And..."
"And?"
"I guess it just shows trust, I guess. Allowing someone to be in control of me when I'm having sex, when I'm... Vulnerable means I'm comfortable. Submitting to someone else is a really fuckin' high form of trust and bonds like that just don't happen overnight."
"So, you trust me?" Deku asked.
"Yeah, I do," Katsuki replied, finally looking up into Deku's sparkling, viridian eyes. "That's not it, either..."
Deku's eyes grew wide. "It's not?"
He shook his head. "Nah... I think I might have, uh, a praise complex?" he said, stating it more as a question than anything.
"What do you mean?"
"I... I like it when you praise me during sex. Please don't make me fuckin' say what you actually say. Shits embarrassing."
A smirk formed on Deku's lips. "I think I know what you mean, Kacchan," he said. "You really are such a good little cum slut for me."
Katsuki groaned and allowed his head to fall back against his headboard with a resounding bang. The blush that had formed on his cheeks before came back with a fucking vengeance, too. This mother fucker.
"Can you not try and kill me in the middle of a serious conversation, bitch?" he asked, covering his face with the crook of his elbow.
"Sorry, Kacchan," he said. "I couldn't resist."
"Uh huh. Sure."
"It won't happen again. Promise," Deku said, making a little cross over his heart. "Tell me more."
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I always hated fuckin' pity when I was a kid. You know that shit... And, well, in sex, I guess I've come to rely on them. I need people - no. I need you to tell me I'm doing a good job, otherwise, I won't believe it myself. And it can't be just anyone, either."
"Why not?"
"Well, first off. I need to trust your ass... And that person needs to be an equal to me. If it's not someone on my level, I won't think much of that shit. I'm already above them... Which is why it's you, Deku. You're the only one at my level... In heroics. In sex. In fucking life you're eons above me. So, it has to be you."
Deku blinked at him one, twice, three times. "You were always above me, Kacchan. You always have been, and you always will be."
Katsuki shook his head immediately. "That's not true, Izuku. So don't make me say it again," he said, focusing his gaze on Deku. "You bring out the best in me because you are just so much fucking better."
Deku reached forward, and his scarred, crooked hand fell down gently on top of Katuski's cheek. He leaned into the nerd's touch.
"Thank you for telling me all of this, Kacchan," Deku said, leaning in further. Katsuki felt those soft lips press against his forehead gently. "But from here on out, we're gonna do this together. You don't have to worry about being alone anymore."
Beta: *Kacchan fights villains all day with no issue*
Beta: *sees his daughter play with a another child*
Beta: That's a threat if he ever saw one
Author: *whistling*
Author: I think I broke my beta. She was reading as I was writing, and uh. Tears.
Beta: I was having a mini break down but I'm okay now not really
Author: Sorry for the emotional rollercoaster guys.
Beta: ✨EmOtIoNaL dAmAgE✨