Chapter 18

"This is the police open up!" A loud bang came to the door. Katsuki hissed, they were the last thing he needed right now. Katsuki glanced around at his situation. He was holding Uraraka, just barely in a towel against him, Kirishima had his quirk activated, and blood was rushing down his own back. There was no way he could let the police in at this point.

Uraraka glanced towards the door, then back towards the two of them, blood rushing down Katsuki's back, "Take him to the bathroom, I'll get it." She whispered.

"You're just in a towel." Kirishima hissed.

"And that's fine, if it comes to it I'll kick everybody asses in a towel, wouldn't be the first time."

Katsuki sniffled a snort. It was probably true, she lived in a rough area of town for a reason. She was instantly in the action and helping the people that needed help. It's what she liked about the area was how fast she was able to get to work.

"Get yourselves into the bathroom now." Uraraka hissed. Katsuki nodded. He didn't want to do what she was telling him, but she was right. If either of them were caught they would both be doomed.

Katsuki clicked the bathroom door shut, glancing around the bathroom. He never needed a big space, it had only been him living alone after all. He didn't plan on suddenly needing to hide people. He was a hero, after all, he had no reason to hide.

The knocking came again, "I'm coming, I'm coming, do you have any common decency?" Uraraka's voice boomed. At least her being in a towel would add to the effect of their blatant rudeness. She slid the door open. A high-pitched noise came from the door.

"Stay in the tub." Katsuki hissed pushing Kirishima back and darting towards the door. Sure, she could handle herself, but this was his house and he wasn't going to hide from any police. Not with all that he had done for each of them. They could cut him some slack and at least show up in the morning. "

He was greeted with Deku's back, arms wrapped around his head, face glowing bright red. "Wh-wha-what are you doing here? I'm sure it's Katsuki's place."

"It is. I was taking a shower." Uraraka sighed, red obvious on her face, as she tightened the towel. Obviously, it wasn't who she was suspecting. She likely had been trying to get the cops to leave through embarrassment. Deku wasn't who she was suspecting at all.

"But Katsuki's-"

"I know he's home."

Katsuki sighed. "Kirishima's in the bathroom, just ask him to get out." Uraraka nodded heading back to the bathroom. Katsuki sighed, turning to his current problem: Deku. His personality was starting to curve in a bad way. He was starting to get brave with him. "Why the heck are you here?'

"I mean everyone else is here I see."

"Deku"

Midoyria sighed, shuffling, and handing him a bunch of paperwork, "I figured that you wouldn't want to go to the police station since you're obviously harboring a criminal. I sorted some things out for them and they stay during the time being that Kirishima can stay with you, but he's under house arrest."

"How long?" Katsuki turned the page, skimming the files. There wasn't much else than basic laws and terms and conditions that he didn't need to read. All cliché things saying he was responsible for Kirishima and that if Kirishima darted it was his responsibility to catch him, but also serve jail time with him.

"They say it's going to take another month or two to sort out where to put all the criminals. They are also looking at rescheduling court cases for the ones that came willingly as an act of goodwill. I talked to the police and one of the officers noticed that you two took him. Out of an act of goodwill and the fact that Kirishima had saved some of them back in the day, they put him on the list."

Katsuki sighed. It was the first good news that Deku had come to his door within a long time. "I'll get Uraraka's lawyer."

Deku reddened, he turned away.

"Don't just stand there. Get inside already." Katsuki snapped, slamming the door closed behind Deku. Kirishima was standing in the living room, staring at the blood that patched the floor. "I was planning on changing that stupid carpet anyway." He grumbled walking past him into the kitchen. Where the first aid box was kept.

He shuffled through the boxes looking for the first aid box. It wasn't too often that he needed to use it on himself, so it wasn't out very often in his own home. Uraraka walked back in, one of his bigger shirts down to just above her knees. "Sit, I'll do it."

He nodded moving at her command.

"I-"

"It's the least I can do if I'm going to be staying the night." I don't need your complaints or your thanks. She knew the worlds he was going to say before they left his mouth.

Katsuki glanced towards the window, "You're going to stay the night?"

Uraraka's smile twitched in her reflection, as though he said something odd, "well I can't exactly leave with just your shirt on. And it's not like I can't put my old clothes back on."

"I'll stop by your place and pick some things up in the morning."

Red lined her cheeks, but her voice refused to betray her, "We're adults here. I'm sure we can handle staying at each other's places for the night."

She paused being quiet as she fixed the bandages, running her fingers up around a scar closer to his spin. He snatched her wrist, "Don't."

The red lined her face, again, "Sorry, I didn't realize it hurt."

"It doesn't." He was glad that she hadn't figured out to look in the window yet. He didn't want her to see him flustered.

Kirishima strolled in, "About sleeping arrangements…" He paused glancing between the two of them and shooting Katsuki an "I was Right Look" before strolling back to the living room.

"Get your ass back here!" Katsuki snapped, accidentally sliding his first aid kit off the table, it clattered to the floor sending the equipment in several directions. Katsuki sighed picking the items up. "I'm going to give Kirishima the couch and you, my bed." It wasn't as though Kirishima was stable-minded enough to bunk up with anyone currently. Plus, he wouldn't of given that task to Uraraka, but having her sleep on the couch didn't quite settle well with him.

"Where will you sleep?"

"The floor where else?" He snapped, turning back to Uraraka, she was fidgeting.

"It is your home. I don't want you to sleep on the floor." Her face reddened as she turned away from him, moving towards what he was cooking for dinner, "We can share." She muttered.

"What?"

"We can share, dammit, don't make me repeat it!" Katsuki moved to the fridge, chucking her a tomato. "This doesn't go-Katsuki!" She shouted attempting to throw the tomato back at him. "I don't look like a tomato! Fine sleep on the floor for all I care." Katsuki flipped the stove off and dished everyone out. "Kirishima, are you okay with sleeping on the couch?" It folded out into a bed, but he wasn't sure how Kirishima would feel about being so close the living room being near the door.

"It's not like I can complain, man. It's the first time I've seen anything remotely resembling the outside in a long time. And having a bed and not a cot is going to be a luxury."

"Where's Deku?"

"He left already after giving me my new anklet."

They ate and moved to their respective rooms. Katsuki walked over locking the door, "No one comes by too often. The only one who knocks is the senile lady from three doors down. Don't open the door. If anyone comes by get me."

Kirishima nodded, sending him a wink as he headed back to his room. Katsuki sent him the finger, before shutting the door behind himself. He glanced towards his bed, Uraraka already seemingly asleep on it. At least she was pretending to sleep. He wished that made it easier to bring himself into bed. He struggled not to toss and turn throughout the night in an attempt to wake her. Katsuki rolled over finding her looking right at him.

"This isn't working. I can't sleep."

"I told you I'd take the floor."

"I don't want you to take the floor."

"Have you ever considered our relationship?" Katsuki rolled onto his back, placing his arms behind his head. With how his mind had been begging him to touch her earlier in the kitchen it was the only safe place for his hands. Uraraka lifted her head, waiting for him to continue.

"How so?"

"Never mind, why should I have to explain it?"

Uraraka sat up, rolling herself on top of him in one swift motion, "How so?"

Any other time she would've had him pinned, she had become an expert in hand-to-hand combat since graduating high school, but right now he was immensely distracted. And she likely wasn't focused completely on pinning him down. She, to an extent, felt safe with him. "How unorthodox it is"

She glanced away, recognizing her situation and refusing to make eye contact.

"You're not only sleeping over, but you're in my bed."

"Have you considered maybe I just like your bed and am trying to steal it?"

Katsuki shot her a smirk, glancing at her position. Heat lit her face, he half-expected her to remove herself. He was already expecting that he had won this argument until she laid one on him.