A/N: Here's another chapter for you guys. Let me know what you think!
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Katsuki's Point of View- Saturday
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
As usual, I'm already awake and pulling my gym clothes on when my morning alarm sounds loudly throughout my softly lit room. I finish tugging my black tank top over my head before grabbing my phone to silence the alarm. In addition to my tank top, I'm wearing my favorite pair of orange and black athletic shorts and comfortable black running shoes with Ground Zero printed in orange along the sides that Deku had custom-made for me last Christmas.
It was the coolest fucking gift anyone had given to me in a long time, and I had to immediately school my expression the moment I laid eyes on them. Meanwhile, the nerd watched me open them with the biggest, shit eating grin plastered on his face because he knew I would love them. That was the first time either of us exchanged gifts since shortly after my quirk manifested. I know it was shitty of me but after I got my quirk and Izuku didn't, I was so enthralled with myself and my badass quirk that I stopped viewing Deku as a friend and started viewing him as a quirkless waste of space. We've come a long way since then, not that we're friends or anything though since he still annoys the ever-loving shit out of me. Anyway, my point is that we weren't exactly exchanging gifts over the last few years.
The common area is uniquely quiet as I walk to the kitchen, easily making it my favorite time of day. I can't fucking stand all the noise and commotion all the extras cause when they're up, especially during the weekend because none of them have anything better to do than loiter and take up space. I take a minute to consider what I want to eat before settling on a simple omelet with some fresh fruit. I grab everything I need to make two and start cracking eggs to be whisked in my metal bowl.
As I pour the pale, yellow egg mixture into my sizzling pan, I hear Shitty Hair shuffle into the kitchen with the loudest fucking yawn ever. "Mornin Bakubro." He sniffs at the air, eyes dart to my pan before bouncing back to me. "You uh, making some for me too?"
"Grab the pineapple and kiwis and start slicing them up. I'm not doing all the fucking work myself." I carefully fold the fluffy eggs over as I instruct him, making sure they don't overcook.
"Aye aye Captain!" He shouts and next thing I know he's slicing through the green and yellow fruits while humming some ridiculous tune. So much for peace and quiet. I can't really complain too much though, he's the most tolerable of all the extras.
By the time everything is prepared and plated, and the coffee is poured and steaming from our mugs, Shitty Hair is practically drooling over his plate as he stares at everything with enthusiasm. "Thanks for the meal, bro! At this rate, I'm going to owe you like a year's worth of meals to make up for all the times you've cooked for me."
"Just shut up and eat your damn food so we can go for our jog." I stuff a bite of piping hot eggs in my mouth, and for some reason it has me thinking back to Deku in class and at lunch yesterday. Something was up with him; his color was off, and he was missing his usual obnoxiously cheerful attitude. Not to mention he completely spaced out in the middle of class and I'm fairly certain I overheard him muttering something about feeling the grass between his toes. He's always spouting weird shit but that was random as fuck, even for him.
I'm still thinking about it as I clean my plate and set off with Shitty Hair along our usual jogging route. The whole thing is pissing me off at this point. I'm not sure which is worse, the fact that I noticed something was off or the fact that now I can't stop thinking about it. There's definitely something going on with the damn nerd and it drives me batshit crazy that instead of focusing on exercising, I'm focusing on what's wrong with him.
"Dude, are you okay?" Shitty Hair's voice sounds from next to me, his tone uneven with his rhythmic breaths.
"I'm fucking fine. Don't worry about it." I know he's just concerned but I'm not about to tell him I can't get Deku off my mind. The teasing that would ensue would be relentless, forcing me to explode him into a million pieces.
"Hmm… Okay but seriously, if something is bothering you, you can always come to me about it. I can be a good listener and I think it's healthy to get things off your chest instead of holding it all in. If you change your mind, I'm here for you, bro."
"Like I said, it's nothing." He quieted down after that, allowing us to run in silence. I appreciate his concern and even more so that he knows me well enough to know when to drop it. Out of all the extras he's the only one who knows when to back off AND can withstand one of my blasts for when he chooses not to.
After our jog I was coated in a sheen of sweat which honestly isn't that unusual for me. With the way my quirk works I typically sweat more than the average guy anyway but since I could smell myself, I decided a shower would be in order. The locker-rooms are nothing extraordinary and the showers are basically a row of semi-private stalls lined up against the back wall. The stalls are big enough that they don't feel cramped, but they aren't spacious either. They each have a folding shower bench and a grey curtain as well as a few hooks for a towel and whatever else.
I turned the water on and waited a moment for it to warm. Soon, I saw steam escaping from the spray of water, inviting me to relax under its stream. I make sure the water is as hot as I can handle, hot enough to turn my skin red as it cascades down my muscular frame. The water pressure is amazing, and I close my eyes as I let the heated water melt away my tension, taking with it all my stress and anger until it's all circling the drain. I take deep breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth, the vapor in the air purifying me as it filters in and out of my body. I finally feel just a little relaxed and calm enough to think rationally.
Deku's acting strange, something is wrong.
Fucking hell, why do I keep going back to the damn nerd. Even here, where I'm completely alone and at peace, I'm still worrying over what's probably nothing. It kind of makes me want to punch him in the fucking face which I'm obviously in the right to do because this is his damn fault.
With an irritated sigh, I grab my shampoo bottle and pour some of the citrus scented soap into my hands, rubbing them together until they are covered in a frothy lather. It feels good as I massage the shampoo into my hair, making sure to get every strand nice and sudsy. In the back of my mind I've resigned myself to check on Deku when I'm finished, hoping I can put this all to rest and get him out of my head. The feeling that something is wrong remains present, my instincts telling me I've made the right call. He better be writhing on the floor or some shit when I get there because if he isn't, I'll fucking murder him.
After I rinse the shampoo from my hair, I quickly towel off and put on some fresh, clean clothes. Nothing too fancy, just a tee shirt and shorts in my preferred black and orange color scheme. A strange sense of urgency is compelling me to hurry and I don't even finish drying or combing my hair before I'm out and moving toward the dorms at a rapid pace.
Without drawing too much attention to myself, I stealthily approach the dormitory but instead of going in at the entrance, I veer around the corner, counting balconies until I find Deku's. With a not so quiet blast I hurtle through the air, grab ahold of the white railing lining his balcony and swing myself over to the other side. When I walk up to the glass door, I'm relieved to find his curtains are open, allowing me to peek through the glass and search for him.
My eyes quickly sweep across his room, taking in his unmade bed, the All Might posters littering his walls, and the All Might merchandise he has lining a few shelves. I have a lot of the same merch in my bedroom back home, except for the one ultra-rare action figure he has proudly displayed by his bed. That shit is expensive, and I can't help but wonder how he managed to afford it. Either way, I make a mental note to find one for myself because like hell am I letting him one up me in the All Might merch department.
Since I wasn't able to find him, I tap lightly on the glass and wait for him to respond. A full minute passes and still nothing. Okay, I'm now realizing he's not here, which begs to question, where the hell is he? Out of the blue, Mina's voice rings in my ears, reminding me of our discussion a few days ago. She asked me if I knew what was going on with Deku and even went as far as to mention him disappearing every weekend. If he's not on school grounds at all then the only other possibility is that he's been going home for the weekends. I sigh, realizing I'll need to get permission before I can go home to find him.
Just for the record though, I'm not fucking worried about him or anything. I just need to get him off my mind and it seems like this is going to be the only way to do it.
I jump down from the balcony, my sneakers hitting the grass with a muffled thud. There still isn't anyone in sight which is encouraging because no one needs to know I'm doing this shit. After pulling my phone from my pocket to text Mr. Aizawa, I noticed a string of messages from the chat app Pinkie had Earphones download onto my phone like the sneaky little assholes they are.
RośeAllDay: You guys! I've come up with the perfect plan to commence Mission Engine Boi meets Floaty Girl!
MeatIsManly: We're all ears Mina!
PracticallyTarzan: Babe, I thought we agreed the plan wasn't ready?
RośeAllDay: I'm too excited to wait! We are doing this now!
ElectricBoogaloo: Yesssss! Let's get this thing going!
PracticallyTarzan: Denki
PracticallyTarzan: You don't even know what her half baked plan is yet….
RośeAllDay: RUDE
RośeAllDay: Its fully baked and ready to slather in butter
PracticallyTarzan: I'm telling you it's not but this is your thing so I guess we'll go with it
PracticallyTarzan: Commence Mission Engine Boi meets Floaty Girl
RośeAllDay: Now we're talking
RośeAllDay: I'm already excited for Monday to see how it went!
MeatisManly: Wait, wait, wait
MeatisManly: What are we doing? You never said…
ElectricBoogaloo: Um, are you guys going to tell us or…
BlastyMcBlastFace: Fucking Morons
BlastyMcBlastFace: AND PINKIE
BlastyMcBlastFace: CHANGE MY NAME BACK TO LORDEXPLOSION OR I'LL END YOU
ElectricBoogaloo: DOWN BOY
ElectricBoogaloo: See I can type in all caps too
BlastyMcBlastFace: YOU BETTER HIDE DUNCE FACE
BlastyMcBlastFace: BECAUSE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU I'LL STRANGLE YOU WITH TAPE DISPENSOR'S TAPE AND HANG YOU FROM THE CEILING
MeatisManly: Quit pounding on my door, Kaminari
MeatisManly: You did this to yourself and I'm not helping you hide