Still day 1 : Saturday
"Oh, hello Katsuki-kun!" Inko Midoriya was standing on the front porch, smiling cheerfully at her ex neighbor's son. "Come in!"
As the blonde was about to step over the threshold, Inko paused, and blocked his way with one arm, awkwardly clearing her throat. Stopping in surprise, the blond looked up at her, waiting.
"Izuku isn't here, sorry. I was so glad to see you here, but, but you can come in ether way - for tea, if you want to."
Katsuki scrunched his face in mild surprise and took one step backwards.
"Where did he go?" he enquired, glancing up in the direction of Izuku's room as if he would catch the other peering shyly through his curtains, waiting for the danger to pass. But nothing moved. And there were no red shoes in the area of the hallway he could see over her thin arm.
"On a weekend trip with some of his friends. He left thirty minutes ago, were you supposed to go with them?" she lowered her arm and crossed her arms in front of her chest, smiling. Almost proudly and Katsuki was sizzling with irritation.
"Which friends?" wondered Katsuki aloud and one eyebrow raised at the same time as one side of his upper lip "He's not leaving that house except for school or Indian take away food."
"That's obviously not true," the green-haired woman countered, her face grimacing accusingly. "Since he got picked up by an attentive young man who even took his backpack before they got in. Very well behaved and very polite. So he does have friends beside you and his classmates."
Katsuki listened, lips slightly apart as if to interrupt her. Attentive young man. Very well behaved. Polite.
"Who was that?"
"I didn't make it to the car, I'm not sure. He was wearing a cap and sunglasses, but he seemed really friendly."
While thinking, hard, he cocked his head to the side. That whole ordeal sounded more than fishy to him, Deku had no young, polite men as friends to carry his junk to the car. Code word: car, a rarity just before graduation. With a cap and sunglasses, a worse analogy to a film about kidnapping could hardly be seen with his own eyes. What happened to overprotective Mama Midoriya? He took off his own sunglasses and tucked them to his collar.
"Deku got into an unknown car, with some stranger, and you don't know where they're going," he summarized, bewildered.
Deku was dump, but not naïve. Or so he thought.
"Don't worry, they'll be back tomorrow. I'm glad he's got friends to do something like this."
Her son probably got abducted right under her nose, and she was overjoyed by that. This woman. Something sat wrong with him, deep in his gut- but he pushed it to the very edge of his consciousness, and then a little further. Just as he was about to turn away from the door, and his gaze fell on the sunny sky, he asked:
"Did he take something with him? Sleeping bag, air mattress...?"
"Oh you think they're on a camping trip?"
"Well maybe, if he took stuff like that with him."
"Ah, no. No he didn't. Just his bag and a lot of food. I suppose they'll sleep that night at his house? Or a hotel?"
The blonde didn't reply to that, but kept on his irritated half-glare. A Hotel? Together- for one night?! Inko seemed to have read his unspoken thought and began to splutter.
"That's – I did that too, when I was younger. Staying in hotels overnight. With my friends."
As Katsuki remained silent again, she started to chew on the inside of her cheek.
"So that's something you don't do occasionally?"
"No." he shot back this time, without hesitation "I'll come over again tomorrow."
Whit that he turned on the spot and left Inko in her own train of thoughts. Still in the driveway, he plugged his glasses back on, pulled out his phone and pressed the speed dial #0 – bit it went straight to Deku's mailbox.
[How am i supposed to talk to ya if youre not home fucker]
The message was impulsive and not really thought through- but sent. He scanned the chat, immediately stomping on that shallow branch of guilt for not responding the entire week. For not going over to Denki's yesterday. Because he hadn't contacted him at all for the last few days, even though Izuku had contacted him, even more often than usual.
Now he was ready, because one week without green hair in his orbit was subliminally more exhausting in the long run than with, but that nerd was gone. Who was that guy that picked him up? Who, despite him and Sero, owned a damn car? And who the fuck was close enough to that nervous mess of a guy to spent a whole weekend with him? He considered the one with a license- but no car. There were a few more options now. And then it dawned on him. That dipshit was close to half and half AND that guy owned a license. He groaned. Attentive young man. Well mannered. That's why the lack of sleepover preparations.
"Tch" his mood soured. He couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, but the fact that he had kept a whole day free (it didn't matter that it wasn't exactly the day Deku wanted to meet him!) - and the other then went to Mr. Cap&Sunglasses without telling him... Should the two of them curl up in pillows and icecream puddles and cry themselves to sleep. Piptyparty in a now empty house on the empty outskirts of town. Sounds just like a perfect weekend for Deku and king emo.
The stone he kicked of the sideway angrily, crashed into a shop window three blocks away and set off the alarm. He checked the time and wrote a quick text to Kirishima.
[get over here. asap]
After his day started like that, deeply unsatisfying and irritating he needed something to clear his head. He could cook- but his mother was baking her weekend- cookies today. I case one of her old woman friends would visit.
So he did something else.
He cleaned his entire room- starting in one corner and than dusting and rearranging everything until he finally dropped the last paper towel sprinkled with dust in the trash. Alongside that one stood three other bags. They contained not the trash that ends in the trash bin- but trash you store in the attic. Or the basement. Memory-trash.
A smaller plastic bag, one he got at the supermarket as a vegetable bag, contained things that were rubbish to him in the interim from childhood to young adulthood, but which were somehow connected to none other than Deku. Gift key rings, lucky charms, erasers, borrowed costume accessories from various celebrations, fortune cookie slips that they had rewritten by hand for each other, and much more. On top of it was something that looked like an antique sock, but was basically Deku's attempt to knit Katsuki fingerless gloves for the winter. He had never worn them - but never had the will to part with it. He slowly tugged it out of the trash and pulled it over his left hand. It looked absolutely silly. He looked around briefly, but the second one was nowhere to be found. He took it off again and threw it on the desk. Next to a pig-shaped lucky charm that he received from Deku shortly before his last exam. He rustled his hair, leaned against his closed and slowly sunk to the ground. His eyelids drooped and he allowed his thoughts, in the sanctuary of his room, to wander off.
And out of nowhere- he thought about Enji Todoroki.
About his own father, their odd relationship- and the odd connection between the Todoroki's. After that he thought about Deku's Mom. And as his thoughts took on a life of their own, they circled around that annoying green, and always delightful face. Everything that's connected to it – old memories, new memories, and lastly some fresh triggered memories, like that stupid party one year ago. But as soon as he imagined Deku's much too large hands feverishly pulling his hair, his upper lip curled back and the familiar urge to bite down overtook him.
He ignored the watering of his mouth with gnashing teeth. He shivered. Stupid. His head dropped a few inches to his chest- before jerked it back up and rammed it hard against the closet door. He could have sworn his brain stopped a second after that impact. He shook his head forcefully. Who, in his right mind, had the urge to bite into his friend's ugly face? What was that supposed to mean? So maybe 'face' was too general. Those freckled cheeks would be acceptable. Or maybe even his mouth. Just to shut him up.
"For fucks sake"
"You're in the worst mood, bro. What got your panties in a twist?"
"De-fucking-ku. Listen, you and me" he rumpled, gesturing from his chest to Kirishima's are friends. Right?" his red-haired friend almost teared up and shook his head enthusiastically. Katsuki wracked his brain for words to describe his problem. He got angrier with each passing second.
"Gaahhhh, damn that shit! Last year, around this time – there was that party, in the former cinema- you remember?" Kirishima nodded, albeit less euphorically than at the previous question. He did not understand the connection between these questions.
"Alright. So most of us very pretty wasted, and some of us might've made some wrong decision." The eyes of his friend widened slightly, anticipating each word that left the blondes mouth. But Katsuki took his sweet time, words rolling around in his head, tumbling over each other – but he considered a variety of ways to tell what has happened. Kirishima could no longer hide his curiosity by now and he suspected that he was about to be presented with a juicy piece of gossip - from none other than BAKUGOU - that would make his ears ring.
"As we played one of Pinkies pervgames-"
"Yeeas?" too eager to catch every syllable, Kirishima almost toppled of the bed. "You did something? But I was there- who- "
"No- dammit. Just shut your trap and listen." Red eyebrows twisted again in irritation.
„Since we were sitting in a circle, I sat across from Deku. And sitting across means looking at each other straight. All the time. Can you follow…?"
"Yeah" he nodded "I just don't really understand where this is going, but go on." He encouraged und leaned back again. Katsuki rubbed his reddened cheeks with both palms und chewed on his lower lip.
"So he sat there" he gestured vaguely on the opposite side of the room "ogling me all the time. As if I'd got shit on my nose or something. So I looked at him as if he his body consists of shit. Didn't change anything. And as I caught him watching my mouth, it felt like that would dry up my throat – like I downed a bottle of glue and slept with my mouth open- so I left. I" he pressed his index finger between his collarbones and emphasized again that HE was the one who had left the scene.
"Left. I could have grabbed him by the collar and thrown him behind the couch. But no, I left. But he followed. And it happened."
Kirishima's eyes sparkled brightly in the midday sun, his hands lay expectantly on the bed directly in front of him. He dared not interrupt now. So something did happen after all.
"I threw up, afterwards. For what felt like forever. I don't give a fuck about rubbish like 'first kisses' but it's annoying as hell, that I gave him an opening to do shit like that. I was so surprised, and drunk, I didn't - I didn't fight it."
"You're gay?"
That sentence hung heavy in the air.
"Is that important in ANY way? No. "Katsuki then reached a point where he actually wanted to mute the conversation. His urge to talk had died down, the outcome wouldn't chance anything to him. Nonetheless, he kept talking in a low mumbled voice.
"That whole year, I was under the impression that he forgot. He acted nonchalant and normal, nothing was off. But then at some point he bothered me more than ever because somehow he crawled" he made little claw movements with his fingers "under my skin. Into my damn skull. I played online last month, giving out a good beating - thrash the opponent - and stepped on a rabbit. Ingame." He explained loudly when Eijirou jumped up from the bed in shock. "Ah, okay, I didn't catch that."
"I step on it, it squeaks, I think of Deku."
"Uh, your fantasies are quite violent sometimes. I know."
"I'll specify. I don't think about his face under my shoe. It's more like… I wonder what he'd say. If he'd been here."
"So? Where's the problem?"
"I never thought about him!? I actually don't care? The only important thing his face ever did to me, was being on that baseball I made the homerun with, last season."
Kirishima snorted in amusement.
"I think about your opinion if you're not present too. I guess that's a friendship-thing to do?" Kirishima admitted and scratched his head. "For me that's still not really a problem, or a reason to be angrier with him than usually."
"I - HATE this shit" Katsuki got up grumbling, feeling highly misunderstood. He sat down on the bed next to Kirishima, who hesitantly slid to the side an inch.
"That sucks too. I know that I don't feel the same when I put my head on your bony shoulder. "
"You did that? You put your head on his shoulder? Voluntarily? "
"I fell asleep! That's different."
"Absolutely! What else? Do you touch each other? "
"No."
"Never ever?" Kirishima teased, a knowing smile forming on his lips-
"I HATE ALL THIS !"
Kirishima's smile faded as fast as it appeared and he observed his troubled best friend. He felt a little lost her so he tried to reached for Katsuki's hand. "Stop that shit!" Hissed the blonde and withdrew his fingers instantly. " I don't need you all touchy feely now. If you can't help me, you can leave"
He got up from the bed in frustration and walked to his desk chair. After turning two laps in a circle, his pulse had dropped a bit and his head was a bit dizzy.
"I came to a conclusion" he exhaled, "He's got a crush. On me. Of all people."
But Kirishima didn't react as surprised as Katsuki thought he would. A tapped his chin with his index finger, thinking. "He's always had an unhealthy obsession with you. Everyone knows about your past."
"Shut up. If you go on pointing out bullshit I'll stop talking." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the ceiling.
"During this one year I think he tried to figure out if I ... if I ... GAHHHHHH like him too. He's been waiting for the crap for a whole year, and that's what fucks me up. We became something like equals, no longer victim and bully, we really pulled ourselves together and became good acquaintances - AND THEN THAT. What should I do Eijirou? I hate feelings, I hate couples and all that cheesy shit. Our friendship was cool, not particularly productive, but simple. And that's what makes it all so disgusting. I have to decide even though I have no choice. I don't want to change anything."
"Do you like him?"
"Not the way he likes me. I think."
"YOU THINK." Kirishima repeated doubtfully.
"I DON'T KNOOOOOW! I DON'T CAAAAAARE!" Katsuki exploded and grabbed his hair "I don't know what he's expecting now, I don't know what will change, once we talked. None of that was important to me- ever."
"Why don't you just talk to him?"
"I tried."
"Yesterday?"
"No. Yesterday emo king's dad bit the dust. And who would be the one he turns to? Izuku I-save-everyone- Midoriya."
"That's why you didn't want to come to the party? So Izuku could take care of Todoroki?"
Bakugou nodded aggressively.
"I... think that's pretty manly."
His shoulders sagged and he spun in his chair once more. His friend didn't take his eyes off him.
"What about today?" he continued to ask.
"Like I said, I tried. He's on a weekend trip with a guy even his mother doesn't know." Todoroki, if his reasoning was correct, but he had no proof.
"You could call him?"
"No."
"… I don't really get your point. You suspect him to have a crush, but you aren't sure. You don't seem to mind that- if I get you right, you just don't want your relationship to change. That's something you two need to talk about, but you don't wanna, because you're worried about the outcome. That's a vicious circle. I don't know how to give you advice on that."
Katsuki sighed loudly, long and powerless. "Wasn't the smartest idea to ask you."
Kirishima, eager to avert this judgment, waved his hands and tried again.
"I eavesdropped on a conversation between Mina und Denki, concerning him and Kyouka. She asked him: "What do you feel when you imagine kissing her" He started to laugh, "You can't imagine how long it took us to restart all those electronic devices after that."
"Aha. And how is that supposed that help me? "
"To be on the safe side, she asked what he's feeling while he imagines a kiss with Ochako, too. He was bright red - but nothing more. "
"Aha. I don't find either option appealing if that's what you're getting at. "
Kirishima then looked at him, slightly concerned, for a long time. "Close your eyes." Katsuki obeyed hesitantly and leaned back a little in his chair. "Now imagine how Izuku bends down and kisses you. French. Mouth open, using his tongue. "
The result came straight away. The armrest Katsuki had gripped with his right hand gave way with a pungent odor and he teared open his eyes. Smoke rose from his left nostril and he gaped at the broadly grinning person on his bed as if he had seen a ghost. He was mortified beyond measure.
"Nice, I've never seen that skill with your nose."
Bakugou got a nasty burn on his palm from the melted plastic when he tried, completely irritated, to glue the armrest back to its original place.
"Look at me, now."
The redhead waited patiently until Katsuki smashed the warped backrest into the trash and took another seat on the chair. A little curl still rose from his nose. He vigorously sneezed into his sleeve, then he looked at Kirishima, unfazed.
"Now imagine if I would kiss you."
Katsuki shook his head with non-concealed horror, when it finally dawned on him what his friend was doing here.
"Are you in cahoots?!"
"What? No?"
"I'm not doing this again! Fuck you. And him, and everyone who knows about that shit! ""
"Bakugou, wait a minute. Take a moment to calm down. I didn't know anything! But may I ask you one more thing before you decide to kick me out? "
"WHAT?"
"Imagine Todoroki kisses Midoriya at the next party. Also French. Wha- " This question was never put to an end, and was never answered. The chair on which Katsuki Bakugou had been sitting for days and racked his brain about his relationship with none other than Izuku Midoriya flew out the window after a violent explosion. Eijirou Kirishima flew behind, screaming.
Four hours later he wrote a broadcast message to his squad, took out the trash and went shopping. Before he would go to Deku tomorrow evening, he needed at least three people to pull the different areas in his brain apart with him, so that he could put it back together on his own. Like a bed sheet.
Shortly after seven o'clock he was sitting in his garden with the people he would call his closest friends if he had to. Two fishing rods were set up in the adjoining stream and a small fire bowl crackled between them. Nobody dared to say anything until Katsuki had spoken. He had clearly stated that in his message.
"Ok listen. I have a shitty problem. I'll explain it to you once. Whoever interrupts me will be drowned in the brook and the remaining body burned in the fire. Those who laugh are burned in the fire and the remains will be strewn in the brook. Anyone who ever says a word to someone else after that evening will be strangled by my own two hands while they are burned in the brook. Clear?"
They all nodded with cation. A few moments passed in which Katsuki pierced the fire with his eyes, clearly looking for words to start this debate. Nobody said anything, but anyone who met Kirishima's gaze got a significant flick of his eyebrows.
"It's about Deku." Katsuki finally began and his bad mood seem to gather around him, forming a black cloud surrounding his body.
"I think he likes me. And I don't know what to do. "
Denki, struggling to process that piece of information, drops his beer. The rising foam splashed on Mina's bare legs and Kirishima's new backpack. A commotion broke out when Mina stepped on Kirishima's foot while jumping up, tripped over it and landed on his lap. The camping chair gave way with a tearing sound under the weight of two bodies. Denki knocked over all the drinks on the floor while trying to help Mina to get up a mixture of red wine and beer evaporated on the edge of the brazier. Hysterical laughter broke out and Bakugou wondered wordlessly why he was messing with this bunch of hyenas. He got up and withdraw to the brook, looking for the hinges.
It took some time before the laughter and the sounds of pain subsided. A new camping chair was fetched from the garage and Bakugou was lured back to the fire with a new drink. Denki (who was as unfamiliar with the word providence as the word intuition) had stolen a bottle of self-made Mexicana from his parents. Each of them held a small glass filled to the brim with red liquid. Katsuki raised it to his nose and sniffed it.
"That smells like disgusting tomato juice."
"Each of us downs one, and then you tell us why you have a problem with Midoriya apparently being into you. At this point I would like to emphasize that I am very interested in how you found out about that. "
Mina toasted to him and together they drank the first round (of many that evening) It takes two more rounds before Katsuki managed to tell all of the previous events without freaking out.
"So he wanted to talk. That's why I went to see him, but he wasn't there. His mother said he left with a stranger in his car. I can imagine that it was that damn Todoroki who just took him to his huge house on the outskirts of town and now they're crying in each other's arms." Kirishima cleared his throat and absentmindedly poked a loose thread on his chair with his forefinger.
"What makes you think it was Todoroki?"
"He's the only one in Deku's gang that got a license."
"You think you know all of Midoriya's friends?" Asked Denki with a doubtful face.
"You wanna tell me he's got other friends I don't know about."
Mina straightened up in her chair. "That's what I think, too. I could even give you a few names. You're not exactly known to listen to him when he's feeling down. And his world isn't just about Iida-kun and Shouto. "
"You're now on a first name basis? You and Todoroki?" Kirishima interjected and sat up a little, too.
"Sure, I've been out with him and Ochako-chan and the others a few times." Kirishima nodded hesitantly, but then turned his gaze slowly away from Mina, and back towards Bakugou.
"Are you so fixated on him, because I asked you earlier how you would react if the two of them kissed?"
"HEH?" Said Denki and the other three winced briefly. "Why are you asking him that?"
"I wanted to test him, like Mina tested you."
"Oh!" His expression brightened, and he looked between the redhead and Bakugou with interest. "And how did it go?"
"I kicked him out."
"Literally. You don't just throw your friends out of the window, beasty-boy. "
"He landed on the canopy."
"Because I have reflexes!"
"You don't do it." Mina repeated, still a small undertone of condemnation. "But now back to topic. What d'you think abou that: we call Sero and ask if he'll take us for a little joyride to the outskirts of town? "
Katsuki narrowed his eyes, waiting for the other two to react. But Kirishima already had his cell phone in hand, waiting for Sero on the other end.
"Jo Broo! What are you doing right now?" He held the lower part of his phone shut and whispered to the group "he has been studying with Momo up to now and is on the way to his car. Would you like to stop by at Bakugou's?" Mina hit his shoulder with a hiss and looked at him displeased. "Ah uh uh-no, it's cool. Do you happen to drive by Todoroki's? Yes? Great. Would you call me back when you are in front of his house? Nice, man. Yeah, same! Thanks. "
"What are you doing? Why sending him over there alone?" Mina wanted to know and pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction.
"I want to know if Todoroki is home. What do we do when we show up and nobody is there? That would be super pointless. "
Mina leaned back in her chair and looked unconvinced. He glanced at Katsuki - his expression spoke volumes of suspicion.
"I think that's good. It's cozy here and I didn't feel like it anyway- "
"Be quiet dunce-face. You would have come with us anyway. "
Sero called ten minutes later. All the lights in the Todoroki house were off and the house seemed to be empty.
"This is what you get when you're the only child dumb enough to move in with your abusive father."
"Katsuki!"
"Hey man, that's really not fair. You don't like him, we tolerate that. But quit being that mean. "
"The thought that he is spending the night with Deku does not suit me." Every movement in the group paused and all eyes landed on the blond boy who was barely audible growling at the fire.
"Why not?" Mina asked carefully.
"What if they gossip about me?"
Mina shook her head in resignation and refilled their glasses.
"Let's assume he's with someone else. How about that? "
"Then I wouldn't care."
"Maybe he's unconsciously into Todoroki-"
Kirishima was on his feet before Bakugou's fist could reach Denki's surprised face and wrestled the growling blond back into his camping chair.
"If you say shit like that ever again-"
"It is enough. Stop that, now. We all are trying to help you with your damn problem, attacking us will get you nowhere." The word "relax" hung unvoiced between them, but Mina knew that an order like that would cause the exact opposite effect on a person like Katsuki.
"We're not getting anywhere like this." She mumbled, lifting her glass to her lips, "and it shouldn't be difficult to listen to your instincts to find out whether you like someone or not. Chears."
They drank in unison, the empty glasses were placed next to the chair legs and Bakugou sighed as frustrated as he could get without destroying something.
"I feel so utterly pathetic when I say I like Deku. I know I don't dislike him. Otherwise I wouldn't hang out with him. "
"Nobody expected you to say that. You can also just say, you care for him. "
"I know you might not like my way of approaching the subject, but tell us, what do you think about this particular evening on the balcony." Mina offered and rubbed her palms, unseen. She was dying for some details. Bakugou looked away from her and absently bit his lower lip. His hands found each other, his knuckles cracking as he clenched them roughly while he racked his brain for an answer. The fire was reflected in his pupils and an almost manic expression crept on his face.
"My whole field of vision was spinning. He was the only thing I could focus on." he licked his lips at the memory of Izuku's mouth on his. That soft, moist second that had reverberated to an area of his body he didn't know existed. He had bared his teeth in response. "I wanted to bite his face right then and there. I couldn't breathe properly. I wanted to hurt him," he replied through bared teeth, looking into the fire. "Because he was standing there so sickeningly confident. So in control. I wanted-" he paused and clamped his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before continuing "I want to break that superiority from his face. I want to see him lose control, to see all the ropes snap. I picture him writhing and pleading... but in a good way, without fear or panic. I want him to... fall apart. Because of me. " He closed his mouth calmly after moistening his lips again.
There was a silence in which nothing could be heard except the crackling of the fire and the gentle rush of the water in the stream.
"I think I just came in my pants. "
"Kiri! Damn it." Mina whispered vigorously and gave him a shove. Suddenly Bakugou got up, cracked his neck, and straightened his shoulders. His expression was hard to read, he avoided her gaze. His cheeks had turned a minimal reddish color, but that could also have been due to the fire. The tension in the air was thick and soft like cotton.
„Dunno if I'm creeped out or turned on."
"I'm checking the fishing rod." The blond stated, ignoring his friends.
As soon as he was out of earshot, the three of them stuck their heads together, whispering excitedly.
"Blimey."
"That was the hottest thing I've ever heard! By him!"
"If he tells Midoriya that -"
"The poor guy's gonna shit himself."
"Or faint."
"If he tells him with patience and not threatening at all, Midoriya will understand."
"I still can't process that THAT was going on in his head."
"And that he didn't come to the conclusion that he's just super possessive."
"And I thought Midoriya was the one with the sick obsession."
"I can imagine vividly, what happens when the two of them are alone tomorrow evening."
"Fucking finally."
"Finally fucking."
All three of them snorted after that.
"We have to get Misses Midoriya out of earshot."
"Shall we get Bakubro condoms?"
"Does he even-?"
"I don't think so, otherwise-"
"We have to do research on gay sex-"
"We have to teach him slowly, that he might be gay"
"What… THE FUCK ?"
Katsuki had returned to the fire unheard, reared up behind them and listened. His left hand was sparking dangerously at his side, in his right he was wielding a dead fish like a weapon.
It was dark outside, well after midnight when Katsuki finally put the controller aside and grabbed his cell phone instead. No new messages. Why should there be? He hadn't replied decent to Deku's messages for days. He opened the chat.
{Hey, can we talk?}
{What about tomorrow?}
{Maybe later?}
{Are you coming to Kaminari-kun today? I RLY have to talk to you.}
{Please, Kacchan}
[How am I supposed to talk to you if your not home fucker?]
His message was still unread.
He could call.
He hated phone calls.
"Fucking gahhh. Goddamn super idiot. What do you do when I just don't wanna talk to you? Ha?"
He threw his cell phone on the bed, and pressed his face into his pillow to suppress a frustrated scream. After his mother saw the chair in her front yard and the glass on the porch, the gate to hell had briefly been revealed to him (and the rest of the street). Another muck would bring him 8 weeks of room arrest. It was time to move out. He pulled his cell phone out of the sheets again and groaned in frustration at everything and everyone.
[Let's talk]
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[Let's talk now nerd]
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[call if ya need]
deleted
[fuck you]
(that one specially designed to feel better himself, even if it got deleted like the rest almost immediately)
He put his cell phone down before he could think twice and then got up. Until tomorrow he had enough time to think about all this bullshit. ... Tomorrow morning would be enough. He pulled the curtain over the shattered pane and decided to give in to his heavy limbs and go to sleep.
