Kacchan is standing in the store, staring at Izuku's back as the green haired villain is picking up a piece of clothing to assess. Kacchan feels uncomfortable. He's out in the open for the first time in over a week, mingling with the masses while there's probably a public alert out for him. He can't understand why Izuku is so casual about it.
'Will you relax? You're making me nervous,' Izuku says, stealing a glance at Kacchan.
'I can't believe you aren't yet,' Kacchan mutters back at him. 'Why are we here again?'
Izuku looks smugly at him which makes Kacchan raise an eyebrow at him. 'Just take a look at yourself.'
Kacchan turns around to look at one of the store mirrors and takes a good look at himself. He's wearing a pair of Izuku's old jeans and a baggy shirt with his own boots underneath.
'Your outfit doesn't exactly scream "villain"', Izuku says, laying a hand on Kacchan's shoulder while he smirks at him.
'I'm not a villain,' Kacchan gnarls, shaking the hand off his shoulder and walking away. He can hear Izuku chuckle behind him and he feels weird again, but this time it's nice. The nerd is changing his anxiety to something more pleasant and it makes him feel at ease.
After a while of just standing around Izuku nudges him, pushing a pile of clothes into his hands and shoving him into one of the changing rooms.
'Aren't you afraid someone will catch us?' Kacchan snarls while he is changing.
'The store is nearly closing so nobody is here anymore. Besides, we're way out of town, if you hadn't noticed.' He hadn't. He lost all sense of his whereabouts after he had been knocked out by Izuku. He barely has any memories between seeing Uraraka on the ground struggling for breath and the villain manipulating him to such extents that he obeyed his every order.
'Aren't you done yet?' Izuku says, sounding impatient, accidentally conveying his emotions through to Kacchan, making him irritated as well. He takes a deep breath, knowing that lashing out at the green haired boy will just make the feelings worse.
He shoves the curtain aside and shows his new outfit to Izuku, checking himself out in the mirror. He's wearing black jeans that fit him nicely. On his chest is an orange blouse with a black gilet and a black tie. When it sinks in he glares over his shoulder at Izuku.
'This is nearly an exact copy of your outfit.'
Izuku shrugs while smiling smugly. 'It looks good on you, though.'
Kacchan turns around a couple of times to look at it from different angles. Despite that he hates the situation he is in, he must agree with the teen: this outfit looks great on him.
'Take it off, I'll pay for it.'
'Of course you are, I'm broke,' Kacchan retorts.
At that Izuku laughs. Genuinely laughs. It makes Kacchan's insides twist with joy. As soon as Izuku sees the expression on Kacchan's face he realizes that he was still channeling his Quirk and immediately turns it off, still leaving a lingering trace of the pleasure in Kacchan's chest. He quickly goes back into the changing room to change back into Izuku's clothes and try to forget all about this.
They're standing on the corner of a street just outside of the city center. Izuku is casually leaning against the wall while Kacchan is standing next to him. They're waiting for something, but Kacchan isn't exactly sure for what.
'What are we doing here?' he asks after another moment of silence, getting fed up with just standing there in plain sight. He wishes to be seen, that authorities will be alerted and that he will finally be freed from Izuku's manipulative grasp, but for some reason, leaving his side makes him anxious as well. He blames those feelings on the way Izuku broke him and is still using his Quirk to manipulate his thoughts to this extent.
'I already told you. The fake terrorist attack?' Izuku sounds like an impatient parent teaching a child something they've already been told ten times before. 'I've already called the authorities through a disposable cellphone. The area I've notified them about is close by, so it won't be long until they'll respond.' As he finishes the sentence Kacchan can already hear the sirens of police cars coming closer.
Without noticing it Kacchan is edging closer to the corner to see the spectacle that is going on. Multiple pro heroes have made their way towards the busy square and are evacuating the people at an alarming speed.
The sudden commotion causes the people to panic, pushing each other out of the way as they try to make their way out of the affected area. The fact that they don't know why they're evacuating is making them even more anxious.
Kacchan glances over at Izuku and is shocked. The boy is trembling from head to toe, a painful expression on his face.
'Oi, are you okay?' Kacchan tries, but the other boy's gaze is focused upon the crowd that is making their way into the other streets, scattering as soon as they have the chance to.
'Oi!' Kacchan shouts in his ear, but no response. He places his hand on Izuku's shoulder and turns him away, grabbing onto both of his shoulders and forcing him to look into the blondes eyes. 'What is wrong?' he demands, his voice stern and stable.
Izuku blinks a couple of times and then seems to come back to his senses. 'Ah…,' Izuku exclaims, raising his hands to his face to rub his temples. 'I must've forgotten to activate my Quirk. The emotions of the people got to me and overwhelmed me, causing me to shut down,' he mutters as he turns away from Kacchan. He turns to look around the corner again.
As Kacchan steps closer to him he can feel the emanating aura from Izuku's Quirk. He probably has to use it a lot harder considering so many people are feeling so many emotions.
When nearly all of the evacuation work is done, Izuku turns to leave, beckoning Kacchan to follow along.
'Don't you want to wait for the result?' Kacchan asks, looking back over his shoulder as he sees a pro hero guiding the last of the shoppers out of the territory.
Izuku shakes his head. 'No need. There aren't any actual bombs so it will just be a very boring search mission that will result in nothing. We gotta head home fast so I can claim the attack and settle our demands.'
Home. One simple word that makes Kacchan feel slightly sick. That building isn't home. It's only just dawning on him that he has been away from his parents for over a week now. He wonders how they are doing.
'Wait. Our demands?' Kacchan snarls.
Izuku looks over his shoulder, casting that smug smile he seems to be wearing constantly nowadays. 'Yeah. Ours. You're part of this now, too.'
'I never wanted to be part of this.'
Izuku shrugs. 'I didn't leave you much choice, did I?'
Just when Kacchan was starting to show some sympathy towards the villainous teen, trying to understand his motives and his methods, the angry teen is being hit in the face again with the fact that nothing in this whole situation is his choice. He had the chance to pounce just mere minutes ago. Blasting the nerd in the face, sprinting towards one of the pro heroes, and he would've been free. But yet, he listened to his commands like an obedient dog. He's getting angry at himself.
'Hey, don't beat yourself up over it. It isn't your fault. Completely.'
Like Izuku is reading his mind, the words get to him. In an overwhelmed moment of pure anger and the element of surprise Kacchan leaps at him, holding out his already smoking palms, aiming for Izuku's chest.
As soon as he makes contact he seeks the limits of his own Quirks, sending Izuku flying backwards several feet and ending up on the ground. As he turns to run, he is stopped in his track. Not by Izuku's Quirk, he can't feel that presence at all, but for some reason, his feet won't move further.
What the hell is wrong with him? This might be his only chance to escape, ever, and he's not doing a damn thing! Trying to fight against the forceful feelings in his chest he walks back to Izuku who is lying on the ground, cowering in pain. Kacchan sighs, bends down and shoves both of his hands underneath Izuku's body, lifting him up as he carries him back. Back home.