You ever hate it when a fanfiction takes so long to update you have no idea what happened? Yeah, me too. Sorry. In other news, I took so long that wrote two books and I EARNED A COLLEGE DEGREEEEEE! (Graduation is May 17th, but close enough!)

Chapter 16

Katsuki tightened the box in his grip, unsure if prison even allowed presents. It was Kirishima's birthday after all. The famous Red Riot. They had to at least make an exception, he was surprised that Kirishima hadn't won over all of the guards yet. Heck, he's probably saved their lives or their family's lives a time or two. That should be enough for him to be allowed to have a birthday present. There was no way he was going back after fighting to find Kirishima a present both worthy enough and safe enough to get past Kirishima's guards. "In a society like that what do you think happens to those who don't become heroes?" It was Kirishima's voice, still running around in his head even days after his first nightmares. It probably would've been better if the first dream decided to go on repeat, but instead it was morphing itself rapidly changing in an effort to be acknowledged. It took the form of Uraraka. It took a smaller form of the two of them combined disappearing without a trace. It even took on Deku's childhood form. All right, already, he got it. He would scream at his inner voice. It was driving him insane and begging for his attention. Something he didn't have time for. Katsuki glanced at the box, hoping that it wasn't crumbling under his grip. The guard nodded at him letting him pass. Katsuki opened the door, he could already see Kirishima's eyes beaming behind the glass.

"Uraraka?" Kirishima teased, his razor teeth brimming. It had surprised him the guards hadn't tried filing them. It was probably against human law considering they were part of him. Also, Kirishima was originally a hero and constantly on good behavior. "A present?"

"Uraraka's idea."

"Liar." Kirishima laughed noticing the bag over his shoulder.

"She might've sent her own. The guards said I had to open this one, but you can have the one I brought."

Kirishima stifled a laugh, "I'm not sure how gifts benefit while I'm here."

"Fine. They'll just have to stay at my place."

Kirishima's eyes widened, "I-"

"My place is just better."

Kirishima nodded, trying to suppress a grin, "And Uraraka?"

"It's not like we're together. And Deku still likes her." He grumbled. If he was going to be honest with anyone, it mine-as-well be Kirishima.

"If she chooses you there's no way you can stop her. Stop being so overprotective of him." Kirishima chided, the guard sliding him the poorly packaged present.

"I-I'm not fricken protective of Deku, he's capable of protecting himself now."

"It's still there Katsuki, it's not hard to tell how you've always been overprotective of him. He's outgrown most his self-destructive tendencies." Krisihima glanced down at his presents trying to suppress his smile, fangs quickly becoming on full display as he shredded the package, a tiny red dragon laid inside.
"I'm not-"

Kirishima moved the dragon down into his lap, a hand placed on top of its head, "We're adults now and we need to act like it." He nodded

"Keep telling yourself that." Katsuki smiled, gathering the stuff up, "How do you feel about meeting with one of the lawyers Uraraka knows?"

Kirishima glanced at him, a flash of curiosity and hope quickly being suppressed. It was the look that made Kirishima run back to the gang that he rescued his sidekick from. Hope, but feeling as though that child knew better.

"She's thinking that if we can get your charges changed we could have you out in a month, but we need to talk to the lawyer first." Katsuki explained.

Kirishima fidgeted glancing towards his guard and dropping his voice to a whisper, "That's great, but I think something's wrong in this jail. I think they're experimenting on quirks and hoping to develop the ability for double-quirks like Todoroki's and other research."

"Then-"

"No, listen, explain to him that I need time, but figure out all the files while we're at it." Kirishima explained.

Katsuki nodded, receiving the dragon back and putting him in the bag that Uraraka had him bring, "They're going in your room."

Kirishima let out a hollow laugh, "I thought you were taking them back to your house?"

"I am."

Kirishima glanced at the desk, "I hope this investigation doesn't last long. And I want invitations to your wedding by the time I get out!"

Katsuki shook his head, "Fine. If you're right, you can supervisor our first date cupid."

"I'm telling you-"

"I know, and you know that there's no way that you're going to sit in here any longer then you have to."

Kirishima nodded as the guard approached and apologized that he would have to take him back even though its his birthday, "Let Uraraka pick out the curtains!"

"I can decorate too!" He shouted back, watching as Kirishima waved disappearing through the doorway in the back.

Katsuki sighed grabbing the bag and walking himself back to the car. There was still a thousand things raging through his mind. How he wanted to get Kirishima out or the fact that Kirishima could tell he liked Uraraka even from within those confines, even his patients scans from hours ago where he couldn't figure out what was wrong, but he knew it was something. They weren't faking all that pain. Or the fact that they were so vulnerable against who knows what. They had no idea who was attacking them, but the person who was attacking them knew everything about them and possibly were most of them were.

Katsuki thought back to little Elyon with a wide range of powers. Man, if whatever Kirishima thinks he got a whiff of got information of Elyon would he have his hands full.

"Earth to Katsuki, Earth to Katsuki"

He glanced towards Uraraka standing in front of him on the front step, "When'd you get here?"

"Just now, I asked if Kirishima's visiting hours are up? Did they let him at least hold his birthday presents?"

"Yeah." Katsuki said, letting his feet sink into the pavement.

"How about I drive? You're not looking too good."

"It's fine, I pulled overtime at the hospital the last two nights and can't figure out what's wrong with my patient."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I can't"

Uraraka nodded, "There's a beach over there." She laughed, twitching her head in the direction of the beach they were at. He'd be lying if he wasn't tempted to swing her into the car and floor it to that beach to do it all over again. It was a random impulse he thought he would regret. He didn't. Heck, he wanted to let his impulses run wild right now. He wanted to reach up, pressing his hand against her face, push all of that hair out of her face and kiss her. He wanted to grab her by the hips and straddle her against the car forgetting the rest of the world.

He needed to get that paperwork together for Kirishima so they could get a lawyer in there asap. And an official police investigation. "We should go home."

Uraraka nodded, unlocking the doors of her car and sliding in, "Hey…Katsuki, if…if you wanted to come back to my place..." She paused, her hand wrapping around her upper arm.

He turned walking towards her door leaning over it, and at such a hushed tone half-his graduating class would've fainted, he whispered, "Is something wrong?"

Uraraka pushed her way back out of the car, "The jail! It's on fire."