The temperature has dropped drastically from mere moments ago. The air was chilly and uninviting to those who decided to meander outdoors; which wasn't as many now as civilians rushed about in the streets, searching for shelter.
Izuku stood with his hands in his pockets on the porch outside of his house.
He sighed as he reached under the mat to get the spare key. The fact that his mother thought this was a good hiding place was mind-blowing, and also extremely dangerous as anyone can walk right in. Izuku had been wanting to discuss this matter with Inko for a while, but kept on forgetting. He'll definitely remember to talk to her when she gets home.
For now though, he'll gladly use this poorly hidden key.
The green haired boy walked indoors and took off his snow-covered boots. He tossed his belongings on the couch and headed upstairs. Once he was alone in his room with his All Might memorabilia, Izuku collapsed.
His body trembled as an ugly sob threatened to escape from him; Izuku wrapped his arms around his frame in order to contain the bubbling emotions within him.
Goddamn it, Kacchan. He thought as he tightened his hold. Right when I thought we were becoming friends...
Just yesterday it seemed like that was the case.
"Welp, since we're stuck in this closet we might as well do something."
"Like what?"
Izuku recalled Kacchan smiling mischievously before attacking him. He really should have known what was coming.
"Serves you right for eating my dango you little shit!" The blonde pinned the other on the floor.
"Kaachaaan! AHh-HA-HA! STOP! MERCY!"
The tactical attack had evolved into more of tickling torture than an actual fight. Izuku's lips twitched upwards for a second as his vision blurred.
"3 is wrong. First quirk was found in Qingqing, not Hong Kong." Kacchan's arm brushed against his as he took the pencil and began erasing.
A single tear brimmed over the edge and rolled down Izuku's cheek. His hand immediately came up to wipe it away.
"Hey...you feeling okay?"
A shudder wracked his body as he remembered Kacchan's tone then. It had sounded like he actually cared. Izuku couldn't have been more wrong.
He doesn't care about me. He doesn't even like me for christ's sake. The only reason he's been semi-nice to me was 'cause we were forced into being roommates…
An involuntary whimper left Midoriya's lips.
Kacchan hates me, always has, always will…
Tears fell steadily from his chin as he buried his head in his knees.
He was such an idiot.
Masaru paced the hall outside of Katsuki's room, wondering how to approach his son.
He's never been very good with these situations, it always ends with lots of yelling and breaking as Masaru goes unheard.
I need some caffeine...but the boys didn't bring any milk home, drats. Masaru isn't fond of black coffee.
"Dear, why're you pacing?"
Masaru jumped, he didn't realize his wife was back.
"Thank GOD you're home!" Masaru hugged her. "Katsuki and Izuku got into a fight-"
"AGAIN?"
"No, no, with words, an argument-well, a few punches might've been thrown, I'm not sure-but! Izuku went home and Katsuki won't come out of his room and-"
Mitsuki grabbed her husband's head and kissed him.
"I've heard enough." She said after. "I'll handle it."
Masaru nodded.
Katsuki laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, however, all he could see was Izuku. The freckled face has been plaguing his mind once again. His smiling face, his sleeping drooling face, his mad face.
Images of Deku being slammed against the pavement by the slime monster suddenly flashed through his head.
Fucking dumbass...thinks he's invincible just 'cause he got All Might's quirk, can't even use it properly.
The door opened and Mitsuki walked in.
"Wha-the door was locked! How did you-" Katsuki sat up as a key was thrown in his face. "WHAT THE HELL!?"
"Quiet. What'd you do to Izuku-kun?" She sat on the teen's bed and crossed her legs.
Katsuki rubbed his forehead, the spot where the small sharp object hit, and looked off to the side.
"Why do you always assume I did something? Deku threw a bitchfit and left, end of story."
"Mhmm, and what'd you say to provoke him?"
"NOTHING!"
Mitsuki raised one eyebrow, or at least tried to pull off the sassy look; her left eye strained to stay down making her look more unhinged rather than all knowing.
What is she doing with her eyes, my god, hag thinks she's in a tv show or some shit.
Bakugou's mother suddenly grabbed him by the hair and pushed him down. Before Katsuki could rip her hand off, Mitsuki spoke.
"Katsuki. I promised Inko that Izuku would be safe in my home and I intend to keep my promise, so for once, put your unearned pride aside and apologize."
With that said, the blonde female let go of the spiky hair and strutted away.
"Have him home by eight, or else." Mitsuki threatened before going completely out of sight.
Katsuki would rather not deal with whatever punishment she could contrive so he got up to put his coat and shoes on and retrive the nerd.
Huh, I guess they changed their hiding spot. Katsuki thought as he placed the corner of the doormat back down. He had to figure out another way in now.
Bakugou grinned maniacally as an idea came to mind.
He held an arm straight up at the door and felt blood course hotly through his veins as an explosion built its way up through his palms. Sweat and nitroglycerin gathered to its capacity until….
…a small puff of smoke came out in the below freezing weather.
….
Katsuki took a few steps back and looked around the front of the house. When he couldn't find any openings, he jumped over the fence and walked around the side of the building.
A moment later he spotted a half open window on the second floor. If he remembers correctly, that would be Deku's room.
Annnnd conveniently enough, there was a tree nearby that had a branch that stretched out just the right amount to reach the open window...The branch seems a bit frail towards the ends but otherwise; it looked sturdy enough to be walked on.
Perfect for an intruder to intrude.
Deku's such an idiot.
Izuku had fallen asleep against the door; worn out by his crying session, when he was awakened by a loud thud. The alarmed boy immediately sprang to his feet, bumping his desk in the process. He grabbed the closest object he could find to defend himself.
"Who's there?" Midoriya questioned guardedly, pencil in hand.
"Annie." A deep voice answered.
Izuku was thrown off guard. He grew more confused and frightened as his muddled mind conjured up the idea that Toga somehow got in his room and shape shifted into an invisible boy named Annie.
"Annie who?" Izuku asked, fully on guard now.
"Annie way you CAN GIVE ME A HAND BEFORE I KILL YOU?!"
"Huh-Kacchan!?"
The pencil dropped and rolled away as Izuku spun his head every which way, fear completely evaporated by now. He finally located his childhood friend, struggling to hold himself up by the window sill.
"KACCHAN!" Izuku ran to the window and grabbed hold of the others arms. The green haired boy then put one foot on the wall below and kicked himself backwards, using the momentum to pull the heavier boy inside.
Katsuki toppled over the smaller boy, head landing in the crook of Izuku's neck. They stayed like that for a while.
"...Kacchan, can you move or…?"
The blonde just mumbled something about weak ass trees(?) and green being bad luck(?) before pushing himself up on his elbows.
"Next time keep your windows completely open, makes it much easier for people to kidnap you." Katsuki said sarcastically. The comment sounded quite condescending to Izuku.
Katsuki rolled over and got to his feet. "Let's go." He said, already making his way out.
Izuku sat up and gaped at the teen, astonished. "What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?" Anger rekindled from earlier.
Katsuki turned back and gave Izuku a nasty look. "I scaled a goddamn tree and almost broke my neck to get to you. You're gonna go wherever I fucking tell you to go."
"That's not how it works, I don't owe you anything." Izuku rolled his eyes. "You're more than welcome to leave though. You can use the front or the window, your choice."
Katsuki walked up to Izuku, reached down and lifted him up by his shirt so that Izuku was standing now as well.
"What is your problem? You pms-ing? That time of the month already?" Katsuki spat out.
Izuku hurled a punch at the blonde.
"That's exactly my problem." his fists clenched by his sides. "You just won't stop insulting me, I've had enough!"
The explosive boy jumped the other and punched him in the gut as they crashed on the carpet.
"GET OVER IT. YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOUR LITTLE COMMENT ABOUT HERO LICENSES, HUH? PEOPLE TALK SHIT ALL THE TIME, WAY OF LIFE. MOVE ON."
Izuku blocked another punch that was aimed at his face and flipped their positions.
"THERE'S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TALKING SHIT AND TREATING PEOPLE LIKE SHIT!" Izuku punched Bakugou by the jawline.
"Why do you still treat me like I'm a-a pebble on the sidewalk? I thought you finally respected me, thought of me as an equal. You said we were rivals!" Izuku shouted at the teen under him.
Izuku pounded weakly on the others chest, the lump in his throat preventing him from hitting harder.
"Yet this morning you-you acted as if I was-was an annoying damsel in distress. I'm a hero. I'm finally a hero."
Izuku choked up. "Why-hy do you still-"
Why do you still hate me?
Katsuki closed his eyes as tear droplets fell on his face from the boy above.
"Sorry." The green haired boy got off the blonde and sat criss-crossed, wiping away his tears.
Katsuki followed suit and sat across the crying boy. His heart strangely ached as he watched each teardrop moisten Izuku's freckles. He almost reached out to wipe away the rest but stopped himself in time.
What the hell was that? Katsuki thought as he looked at his hands. A sad sniffle interrupted his thoughts and was probably what caused him to say his next words.
"I was worried about you." The blonde admitted, voice unusually soft.
Izuku's hands froze in the middle of wiping his face.
He slowly lowered his limbs and looked at Katsuki with curious wide eyes. His pupils moved frantically, observing Katsuki for signs of false sincerity.
This went on for a while. Katsuki grew red from the attention and began to regret his words. But there was no taking it back now.
"I said those things to you 'cause- I didn't want you getting hurt." Katsuki felt oddly tongue tied. "I know you're strong but, I just-I don't know..." The blonde trailed off, feeling very embarrassed.
Fuccckkk why am I saying all this?
The blonde chanced a look at the freckled boy when the silence got to be too much.
The green haired boy wore a bright smile, cheeks flushed from crying but no longer smeared with tears.
That's why. Kirishima answered in his head. Katsuki was too mesmerized at the moment to be bothered by the redhead's voice.
Izuku laughed softly. "Sorry, guess I overreacted."
"Yeah, no kidding." Katsuki held a hand to his cheek; he could feel a bruise forming.
"Sorry…"
"Stop apologizing. I'm the one who should be saying sorry…" Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"...My people skills aren't as amazing as my fighting skills, okay? Nobody's perfect."
Izuku laughed loudly at this.
Not as loud as Katsuki's heart.