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Izuku takes a deep breath as he leaves Shouto’s agency. His hand was on the strap of his backpack as he glanced up at the sky to see that it was still mid-afternoon, which would be way too early for Izuku to leave to meet up with Katsuki. He looks back at the messages that they had been sending each other and purses his lips.
Kacchan: Around six, nerd. Be there or I’m going to find you and then beat the shit out of you.
Izuku stares at the message, then looks at the time, and it’s around two thirty, which makes Izuku groan. He remembers the pitied look he got from Shouto when he said he was meeting up with Katsuki, which he had ignored. Izuku presses the call button on his phone and turns right toward a cafe where he knows Ochako would be.
“Hey Uraraka-chan,” he says and pauses as Ochako speaks. Izuku takes a deep breath through his nose as he listens to her.
“Uh, yeah, I wanted to meet up,” Izuku says with a sheepish laugh, then he winces at the sharp retort she gives him. “I’ll be there,” he mutters, then ends the call.
Izuku sighs as he turns the other way and makes his way to the other cafe that the two of them usually meet up at. Again, he glances up at the sky, hoping that maybe hours had passed on the phone, but of course that hadn’t been the case. He just wanted to see Katsuki. What was so bad about that?
— —
Izuku sits in a booth at a small, quaint cafe where cats sit near the customers. He had placed an order at the register before and waited patiently for it to come through. He looks around him, then sees a cat settle down beside him; it’s a light orange, and it curls up to go to sleep. He smiles down at the feline and then reaches down to pet the feline’s stomach. The cat meows and stretches out before turning onto its back.
“Only he lets you do that,” Ochako says as she sits down in the seat across from him while putting her purse in the seat next to her. It makes the cat jump, attack Izuku, then hop off the chair after giving him a few new scars on his gnarled hand.
“You couldn’t have been quieter?” Izuku asks Ochako, who rolls her eyes in response.
“Oh, please, he’ll be back. Like he always does,” Ochako says with a face before looking down at the menu. “Did you order my usual?” She asks after some silence.
“I did,” Izuku murmurs, and he looks down at the ground near the table. A very scruffy, orange-blonde cat came up to them, with fur sticking up on its head and a pink collar, and approached Ochako. It rubbed against her leg, and Ochako smiled.
“Hey there, special girl,” Ochako says as she reaches down to pet the cat, which purred loudly at being touched by her.
Izuku leans on a hand as he stares out the window. Silence settles between them again before Ochako clears her throat.
“So, you’re going?” She asks as the waitress comes and gives them drinks along with food.
Izuku sighs but nods. “I am going,” he told her, and reached out to sip at his drink.
“That’s stupid. You’re stupid,” Ochako says bluntly, and Izuku winces at her voice. He knows that he’s being stupid.
“But it’s Kacchan,” he mutters, and Ochako snorts.
“But it’s Kacchan,” she mocks him in a nasally way, then gives him a look. “It’s always, but it’s Kacchan. He has been stringing you along, and you know it.”
Izuku thought things had gotten bumpy between him and Katsuki ever since he denied the other an invitation to his agency. It feels like that hadn’t been the case, though. Not with how the two of them meet up, fuck, then cuddle after. It felt nice. Different but normal for them. He didn’t know how to put it into words.
“Well, I did say no to his agency invitation. Don’t I deserve it?” The words slip out before Izuku can even think about not saying them, which earns a frown from Ochako, who is still drinking her drink.
Ochako takes a deep breath through her nose as she sets her glass a little too hard on the table, which makes the drink slosh and then drip over the edge as she narrows her eyes at Izuku. “You do not deserve this. And you shouldn’t be indulging the asshole,” she hisses as she clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. “You’re hurting, and it shows in your work every single time. Shouto, Iida, and I all see it, Izuku. He’s breaking you, and you’re letting him,” she says as her voice cracks. But she clears her throat. “You shouldn’t go.”
Izuku winces at how she sounds, and he swallows down the bile that threatens to come up. Hearing that all of his friends have noticed how Katsuki is treating him, along with his behavior, makes him sick. But Izuku clears his throat as he croaks out his next statement. “Maybe I’m stringing him along?” Izuku suggests as he messes with the straw on his cold drink. “The one not giving Kacchan what he wants,” Izuku says, and Ochako snorts.
“Sure, keep telling yourself that, Deku-kun,” she mutters and sips at her drink as she stares outside.
Izuku groans and sighs as he leans his head back to stare at the ceiling. He then looks down as the feline from earlier joins him again on the same chair as before. He sits down, looking like a loaf of bread, as he glares at Ochako and the cat sitting by her, which Izuku just noticed.
“It’s only for a week,” Izuku reasons, and Ochako raises an eyebrow at him with a disapproving look.
“A week too long, Deku-kun,” she says.
Izuku opens his mouth to try to defend himself, but then he closes it as he purses his lips. He had nothing to say to defend himself that she hadn’t already heard. Because he knows she is right. “This whole situation,” Izuku starts as he leans forward a little to lean over his drink. His hands join, and he wrings them as he takes a deep breath. “The whole situation is weird.” He mutters as he finally admits it.
“It’s stupid for you both,” Ochako tells Izuku as she frowns and looks at him, noting how his eyes stare distantly at the table rather than out. “Have you even tried to tell him how you feel?” She asks in a soft voice.
Izuku keeps staring at the table, then looks up at her with wide eyes, and shakes his head as he takes a deep breath through his nose. “No,” Izuku mutters, and Ochako wishes she hadn’t heard the break in his voice. “I wanted to do it this week, since he arranged this whole thing because it’s his first time asking for time off since he debuted,” Izuku says to her.
“And your first time since becoming a teacher and rejoining us,” Ochako says and looks at him. “You look tired, Deku-kun,” she observes and continues to drink her drink.
“I am sure everything will work out this week, Uraraka-chan,” Izuku says in a forced, hopeful voice.
“Don’t come to me crying about it because all I’ll tell you is that I told you so,” Ochako tells Izuku as she moves her other hand to pet the cat next to her.
Izuku scoffs as he moves to rip up the chocolate-filled croissant that he had gotten before plopping a piece into his mouth. “And you think I won’t be on a rampage if I am turned down?” He asks Ochako after he finishes his bite.
“I never said that. I said don’t come crying to me, which happens after,” Ochako says to him with a wry smile before she puts her drink down. She picks a macaroon up and takes a bite as she glances at the door when it opens, then back to Izuku. “Just don’t get your hopes up, Deku-kun,” she tells him. “Because we both know that he’ll just kick you down.”
Silence settles between them after that, and Izuku ignores how his stomach twists in knots so hard that he wants to throw up, but he swallows it down because thinking of the worst possible scenario right now wasn’t an option. Not anymore.
They stay at the cafe for a few hours, and Izuku finally stands as the pretty colors fill the sky, indicating that he has to leave.
“I should get going,” Izuku mutters, and Ochako stands as well.
Their table is clean since the waitress came a couple of hours ago to take everything away. They had both ordered another drink each, which they held in their hands.
Ochako stares at him before she chooses to speak. “Are you sure this is the right idea, Izuku?” Ochako asks him in a low, concerned voice.
Izuku looks at her and gives her a soft smile while his brows furrow. “Why wouldn’t it be the right idea?” He asks, then passes her, but pats her shoulder. “Don’t worry about me, Uraraka-san,” he mutters, then leaves the cat cafe as a cat meows after him, but he doesn’t let her answer him.
“Be careful, Deku-kun!” Ochako calls out as she leaves with him, but stays near the entrance of the cafe as he goes toward the train station. She watches him, then shakes her head. “Idiot,” she mutters, then goes the other way to go back home.
— —
Izuku is already on the train heading to where he is supposed to meet Katsuki when he feels his phone buzz. He sips his drink as he looks at the message and rolls his eyes at how it makes Katsuki sound so impatient.
Kacchan: Be there in thirty or else I am fuckin leaving, nerd. 😤
Izuku smiles at the emoji at the end of it before his thumbs hover over the keyboard that comes up as he goes to respond. The train he’s on lurches, then Izuku knocks into someone in a hoodie who scowls at him.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, sir,” Izuku says as he leaves Katsuki on read as he pockets his phone. His free hand comes out to help the man whom he had inadvertently knocked over.
“It’s fine,” the man grunts and glances at Izuku’s hands, then looks at him closer, though Izuku now wears a bucket hat. “Thank you, Hero Deku. Enjoy your vacation,” the man says and grumbles before walking to a different train car.
Izuku blinks as the other addresses him, and it doesn’t register what he fully says. “O-Oh, um, yeah! Of course! Anytime!” He grins at them before frowning as they disappear into the train car in front of them, and he sees him standing by a blonde woman who is talking a lot on her phone. Izuku sees the man scowl, then he looks away because the train lurches again, and he ends up spilling the rest of his drink. Izuku groans, and then an overhead announcement apologizes for the inconvenience. Izuku sighs and thanks a helpful passenger who gives him some napkins to clean up his mess. He nods at them to mutter a small thanks as he goes to clean up the liquid, and he is happy that not much of his drink is left.
Another announcement sounds overhead, but Izuku looks out the window as he lets his thoughts wander, ignoring what is said.
Ever since Izuku got the suit from Katsuki, he has been in the field again and has climbed the charts again to be ahead of the blonde. It felt good. It felt right. It was nice to see Katsuki on his heels in everything they’d always do, though that’s all he would see.
Izuku switches to another line after another weird interaction with the man from earlier, and nods at the people who shout at him or wave at him. He gives an easy smile and waves before slipping onto the second train that he had to get. Izuku takes out his phone again and sees another message, as he didn’t catch the man from earlier joining him on that train either, but standing away from him.
Uraraka: I feel like maybe you shouldn’t have gone, Deku-kun. What if everything is the same? Like before? Aren’t you just hurting yourself and him?
Izuku winces at the tone in the text from Ochako, but he doesn’t respond as he pockets his phone this time. He didn’t want the thing that happened last time to happen again, so he holds onto a pole that’s next to him as he purses his lips and stares at the ground.
“This is the right thing to do,” he mutters and takes a deep breath as he gives himself a prep talk. “I can make Kacchan see that we are for one another,” he says and wraps an arm around the pole before hitting his fist against his open palm. “I got just the thing.” He grins.
Izuku watches the scenery change around him from underground tunnels to the city, then to rural areas. He leans against the pole as he waits for the train to stop, and when it does, Izuku gets off at his stop. A leaf falls from a nearby tree as Izuku steps off the train into a train station in a rural area. He sees the leaf twirl down and then land on the ground. He smiles, then steps on it as he continues running to the meet-up spot.
He huffs out and stops a little way away from Katsuki, who is leaning against a wall. He wears baggy pants, a nice shirt, and a sweater over it, has headphones in, and finishes off the outfit with nice boots. His duffel bag was a Red Riot one, and Izuku knew it was because Eijirou had thrown the merchandise at Katsuki and him one night they had been over at Eijirou’s place. He had one as well, but only used it on long trips. Today, he had a smaller bag in Shouto’s colors, and he moved closer to Katsuki.
Katsuki arches a brow at seeing the tip of Izuku’s shoes, then he looks up at him. He takes a headphone out and a small smirk quirks onto his lip. “Came directly after classes, nerd?” Katsuki asks him as he looks him over.
Izuku sees Katsuki look him over, as if he were examining a specimen that was just right in every way. It always caused goosebumps on Izuku’s arms as he caught Katsuki doing it because he knew the blonde was checking him out when it happened. And it’s exhilarating to know he can capture Katsuki’s attention like that. “Actually, I did a quick patrol with Todoroki-kun, then came to you once I got the text,” he tells Katsuki the white lie and doesn’t see how the blonde scowls.
The scowl is gone quickly, though, as Izuku digs around in his yellow bag and takes something out to hold out to Katsuki. “What’s this?” Katsuki grumbles out, but takes the thing from Izuku.
“Something you’ll enjoy, Kacchan!” Izuku tells him, and he nods in response. “You can show me where we are going,” he says and motions for Katsuki to lead the way.
Katsuki clicks his tongue, but nods as he eyes the package that Izuku gave him. But he starts walking up a little hill that leads them along a winding trail to somewhere. “I thought you’d like this because you have been up my ass lately,” he says as he shrugs and goes to open the thing that Izuku got him.
“You mean literally and figuratively, right?” Izuku asks as he continues to follow Katsuki.
Katsuki throws him a glare as he rolls his eyes. “Don’t be crude, nerd,” he grumbles and opens the package, then he arches a brow. “Are these sweets?” He asks as he holds up a piece of chocolate with a narrowed gaze. He pouts a little.
“Try it before you stomp it into smitterrins, Kacchan,” Izuku tells him as he had taken out something else from his backpack that he was digging into.
Katsuki sneers at what Izuku says, but he breaks off a smaller piece of chocolate before plopping it into his mouth. His furrowed brows slowly smooth out, and he snorts. “How long did it take ya to find this, huh?” He asks Izuku as he keeps walking.
“Uh,” Izuku laughs a little as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Do you really want to know that?” He asks Katsuki as he jogs a little to catch up with him after he notices he is falling behind.
“Of course I want to know. I asked, didn’t I?” Katsuki asks, giving Izuku a flat look, then looks ahead.
“Uh, like a couple of months,” Izuku admits, and he keeps walking, though Katsuki had frozen to his spot. Izuku blinks, then pauses as well, and he looks back at Katsuki. “Is something wrong, Kacchan?” Izuku asks the other in a soft and concerned voice, and Katsuki clicks his tongue.
But Izuku had already seen the look of panic on his face before he covered it up with his usual scowl. And the gentleness in his eyes as he had glanced at him, but he chooses to ignore it for now because he is sure that Katsuki doesn’t want it pointed out, or maybe he does. Izuku doesn’t know.
“Two months, nerd? You wasted your time on me for two months?” Katsuki asks, though his throat constricts as he says the questions, as he starts to walk again. He pops another piece of the chocolate into his mouth as he grumbles under his breath.
“I didn’t waste time, Kacchan! I wanted to do this for you! To get you something that I thought you’d like!” He says, and Izuku barely registers the fact that they walk into the woods.
“Something that I’d like?” Katsuki echoes, and he glances up at the trees that they’re passing—different colors like red, orange, some green, yellow, and deep reds. “Just you being here with me is enough,” Katsuki grumbles, though Izuku doesn’t catch it.
“Huh? What was that, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, and he pauses as he finally realizes that they’re going through the woods.
“I said it was about damn time, nerd,” Katsuki snaps at Izuku instead as he looks back at him, then pauses as he sees Izuku staring up at the trees above them.
“I never realized just how much your eyes are like the leaves turning in autumn, Kacchan,” Izuku says as his eyes soften as they dart to look at the leaves. He then looks at Katsuki with a warm smile. “You’re just as beautiful as they are,” he says with a soft laugh.
Katsuki blinks, and he makes a face as the words slowly settle into his bones, his very being, then he shudders. He opens his mouth to speak or have a witty retort to the poem that Izuku just threw up, but he’s at a loss for words.
“You okay, Kacchan?” Izuku asks Katsuki.
“Fuck,” Katsuki cusses and makes Izuku jump as he screams it. “Yes, I’m fine, nerd,” Katsuki hisses at Izuku, then turns around sharply. “Keep up!” He barks back.
Izuku jumps again. “Oh, um, okay! Sorry, Kacchan!” Izuku says and jogs to catch up with the other as their once chatty walk slips into an awkward silence.
It’s not until they reach a clearing with a cabin that Izuku arches a brow and Katsuki speaks up. “We can do what we want here without the disturbance of others,” Katsuki grumbles as he gets the keys out to put inside the cabin’s lock.
Izuku tilts his head. “Are you saying that because Kirishima-kun caught us last time?” He asks Katsuki as he steps into the cabin after him, and he doesn’t see the way that Katsuki’s shoulders tense since he is looking elsewhere.
“Yes,” Katsuki hisses out between gritted teeth, and he motions for Izuku to walk into the cabin as he stands off to the side. He looks at the shoe rack by the door and sighs. “Take off your shoes, nerd,” he grumbles as he rubs a hand down his face.
“Tell me again why it would be bad if our friends found out about us?” Izuku asks as he takes off his shoes, balancing just right.
“Because I don’t want to intergoarrted for some dumb shit that is just meaningless sex,” Katsuki snaps, and Izuku ignores the way his heart squeezes at the statement.
“O-Oh, um, right,” Izuku mutters and puts his shoes on the shoe rack. “Sorry, Kacchan,” Izuku mutters, and he goes further into the cabin as he hears Katsuki close the door.
“Also, there was something I wanted to try with you that requires no peeping toms,” Katsuki says loud enough for Izuku to hear as he starts to take his boots off.
“Something you wanted to try?” Izuku asks as he pauses in the hallway that leads deeper into the cabin. He glances at the wall and pauses as he sees a picture of him and Katsuki as they were kids. They were in snow gear and smiling widely at the camera, and he smiled warmly.
“Yeah, something involving blood, which I don’t want ANY of the idiots seeing,” Katsuki says as Izuku registers that his voice is closer. “You looking at our bratty selves?” Katsuki asks, and his hand reaches out, and Izuku feels him brush against his back
“Oh, um, yeah,” Izuku says, looking back at him. “Did you say blood?” He asks Katsuki with a soft frown.
Katsuki flushes but nods as he glares at the picture on the wall. “Yeah, and you told me you’d try anything once with me,” he comments.
“Oh, um, I did say that Kacchan b-”
“Don’t fucking back out now,” Katsuki hisses. “You know we’re both clean,” he trails off, then narrows his eyes at Izuku. “Unless you’re fucking other people besides me. Are ya?” Katsuki asks with venom in his words.
Izuku blinks and puts his hands up as he shakes his head. “No! I would never dream of that. You’re enough for me, Kacchan,” he tells him and lowers his hands. “Promise.”
Katsuki stares at him for a beat, then he scoffs. “Whatever, come on,” he grumbles after clearing his throat.
“How long are we staying here for?” Izuku asks as he follows him.
“You requested the days off and got a sub, didn’t ya?” Katsuki asks as they enter the bedroom, where a large bed with flannel sheets and numerous pillows is.
“Of course, I listen to you, Kacchan, when you tell me to do something,” Izuku says, and he goes over to put his bag and duffel bag down.
Katsuki goes to respond, then his eyes zero in on the duffel bag he brought. “You brought Halfie’s merch?” He makes a face, and Izuku looks at him.
“And you brought Kirishima-kun’s,” Izuku says with a smile as he motions to the duffel bag that Katsuki holds. He can also see how Katsuki grips the strap of the duffel back and how his knuckles whiten as he glares at the offending half white, half-red merch next to Izuku’s yellow backpack.
“Eijirou gave us one of these shitty things each,” Katsuki hisses. “I don’t have one of those from halfie,” Katsuki sneers, and he turns around to set his things down on the other side of the room and far from Izuku’s things.
“He said you threw it back in his face,” Izuku says to Katsuki as he stands up from his things. “That’s why you also don’t have one since you opted to take one of his inconspicuous keychains,” Izuku says to him.
Katsuki frowns at Izuku’s words because he knows they’re true, but all he does is click his tongue. “Whatever, nerd,” he murmurs.
Izuku looks at Katsuki as he watches the other rummage through his duffel bag, and he goes over. “Can I help?” He asks, and Katsuki jumps as the heart monitor on his wrist beeps at him. “Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you, Kacchan,” Izuku says, looking at him. “That’s the first time I have heard that today, though,” Izuku says with a smile.
Katsuki takes a deep breath as his other hand grips the front of his shirt, trying to will his heart to calm down. “Yeah, well I have come to terms with some things,” he grumbles, shooting a look at Izuku’s smiling face. “Don’t fucking sneak up on me,” he grumbles, then looks away as he shakes his head.
“Do you need help?” Izuku asks Katsuki again as he sees Katsuki go back to looking.
“I’m looking for a knife that I brought,” he says.
“For the blood stuff, right?” Izuku asks as he scoots closer to help Katsuki.
“Yeah, it was something I got...” he trails off as he feels Izuku’s hand brush his, and the heart monitor on his wrist goes off again.
“Am I too close?” Izuku asks in concern, and Katsuki curses under his breath.
“No,” Katsuki snaps and pulls his hands out. “Stupid shitty machine,” he grumbles as he takes the heart monitor off his wrist, then throws it into the duffel bag with more force than necessary. He can feel his heart beating fast as Izuku stares at him with a concerned look. “Stop looking at me like I’m some fragile doll, nerd,” he sneers and rolls his eyes as he takes a deep breath.
“I found your knife, Kacchan,” Izuku says, and he pulls his hand out, wrapped around the pocket knife. “Would this be sharp enough?” He asks Katsuki.
Katsuki nods as he reaches out and snatches the knife from Izuku. He ignores the thumping of his heart. “Yeah, this should do,” he says as he nods, then stands up to go over to the bed.
“We should shower first,” Izuku says as he stands up. “Or I should before we go further.”
Katsuki looks up at him. “Are you sweaty or something, nerd?” He asks with a frown.
“Well, yes, because of the patrol that I went on with Todoroki-kun,” he says and doesn’t miss the scowl or flash of hurt in Katsuki’s eyes this time. “So, let me shower, Kacchan, then we can start whatever you want,” he says.
Katsuki frowns. “A guy will be here with ingredients soon. I’ll wait for him and make us some food,” he says, and he sets the knife on the nightstand. “You shower and I’ll cook for us,” he grumbles.
“You sure, Kacchan?” Izuku asks as he watches Katsuki stand.
“Yeah, I am. We’re here for a few days anyway, nerd, so that we can get to that,” Katsuki looks at the knife. “At any time.” He finishes, then leaves the bedroom. “The bathroom is connected to the bedroom,” Katsuki says as he pokes his head back into the bedroom. “The towels are in there, too, and soap, along with shampoo, should be in there, as well. I came out here last weekend to clean this whole place up for this week,” he says, then leaves again.
Izuku watches him, and he takes a deep breath. He then goes back to his bags, pulling out shorts and a bland shirt with a stupid saying. He knew Katsuki hated them, but he had packed in a hurry since he had almost forgotten to pack.
“I’m making katsudon, nerd!” Katsuki yells from outside the bedroom.
“Okay, Kacchan!” Izuku calls back out, and he smiles at the thought of Katsuki grumbling to himself, then putting on an apron. He glances at the pocket knife on the nightstand, and he wonders if Katsuki has been watching him more lately. Or wants to try it out because it interests him. Either way, Izuku hopes he can control himself when everything happens.
He goes into the bathroom and sees it’s a western design, which he makes a face at, but shrugs before he finds a bundle of soft, dark green towels. He looks them over, runs his fingers over the symbol on them, and laughs a little. Deku towels. How nice.
Izuku strips off his clothes and winces as he peels them off once he gets his pants off. He hates how his underwear peels off his skin from all the sweating he did during the patrol. He turns the shower on to the heat level he wanted, then steps into the shower as he thinks about the recent patrols he had near Katsuki. How the other man had come to him bloody sometimes, and he groans as he feels arousal surge through his body at the image that goes into his head.
“Shit,” Izuku mutters as he leans his head against the tile of the shower, and he tries to will the image away. This whole trip wasn’t just sex, though Katsuki had hinted that it was all it was. No, Izuku was finally going to get some balls and ask for more. To ask Katsuki if they could actually date! Izuku opens his eyes and stares at the erection that is hitting his stomach now. “If you don’t betray me,” he grumbles.
Izuku comes out of the shower no more than twenty minutes later as he dries his hair with a Deku-themed towel.
“You clean, nerd?” Katsuki asks and glances back, then blinks. He had forgotten he had put THOSE towels in there, and he feels his heart thump hard in his chest. Now he was happy, he threw the wrist heart monitor back into his duffel bag.
“I’m clean, Kacchan,” Izuku grins. “I didn’t know you bought my towels,” he says to him as he leaves the towel on his head.
Katsuki coughs and goes back to plating the food after he gets some on the apron he wears, which he had just finished cooking. “That’s because you didn’t fucking ask,” Katsuki grumbles, and they both pause as screams erupt outside of the cabin.
“What was that?” Izuku frowns, and he goes over to a window, then jumps as a person runs into it and slides down the window with blood smearing behind. Izuku then quickly lets the curtain fall back before he moves to lock the door.
“Did someone just get stabbed?!” Katsuki hisses as he ducks so he can’t be seen from the open windows.
“I think so,” Izuku says, and he ducks as well.
They both wait, and Izuku starts to crawl to a window with open curtains.
“Izuku! Get back to the fucking door!” Katsuki hisses as he watches the other crawl.
“I’m checking something out, Kacchan,” Izuku waves him off. He crouches under the window and slowly peeks out of it. He doesn’t see anyone, so he quickly moves the curtains to block the view inside, and he jumps when someone hits it. He falls to the ground with a careful thud that doesn’t sound like a human but more like a thing falling.
Katsuki goes wide-eyed, and he moves so the other window can’t see him as he figures out what Izuku is doing. “Be careful, nerd,” Katsuki hisses out.
Izuku throws him a thumbs-up as he continues to do an army crawl over to the other window. Katsuki sees a brief shadow pass by, but he makes sure to stay hidden so the killer doesn’t see him. Izuku peeks out again, and he closes those curtains before ducking down. Izuku glances around them and sees no other windows open or giving away that they’re in there. He then stands up as he moves over to Katsuki.
“Should we call the police?” He asks Katsuki as he frowns.
“We’re heroes, lame ass,” Katsuki says and stands as well. “Maybe it’s just some dude that-”
The doorknob jiggles, and Izuku clamps a hand over Katsuki’s mouth. There’s a pounding on the door right after, with someone yelling. Izuku glares at the door. He then pulls out his phone and sees that he has no signal. He shows Katsuki who furrows his brows. Katsuki then takes out his phone and huffs through his nose before showing Izuku his phone, which also reads “no signal.”
“He must’ve messed with the cell tower near here. That means the phone to call the ranger is also out of service,” Izuku mutters as he frowns.
“Why do you have a text from Pink Cheeks?” Katsuki asks after Izuku takes his hand off his mouth, and Izuku blinks.
“Oh, I told her I was going to go see you,” Izuku mutters, and Katsuki glares at him. “She was worried,” he shrugs and pockets his phone.
“Worried my ass,” Katsuki grumbles, though it’s hard to hear as he snorts at the same time. “Maybe the guy has a quirk that disrupts cell signal, and he just cut the line for the ranger phone,” Katsuki says.
“You think so?” Izuku asks, and he frowns. “I didn’t bring my suit with me,” he says with a soft frown. “I gave it to Todoroki-kun for the week,” he adds.
“That was a stupid move, nerd,” Katsuki grumbles and shakes his head. “I promised my doc that I wouldn’t use my quirk this week since I already plan to put some exertion on my heart,” Katsuki says, and Izuku looks at him.
“So, we’re both useless here?” Izuku asks him as he sighs softly.
“We still know basic combat training, don’t we? Don’t you?” Katsuki gives Izuku a look.
“Of course I do, but that doesn’t mean I want to knock a dude out who just killed someone,” Izuku says,
“You’ve faced Shigaraki,” Katsuki says in a flat voice.
Izuku winces at the reminder. “And that was a totally different situation, Kacchan,” Izuku tells him, and they both hear pounding on the cabin door again. “Maybe they’ll leave.”
Katsuki snorts, and the pounding continues. Then a knife is stabbed through the door. “I don’t think he is leaving, Izuku,” Katsuki tells Izuku as he grips his arm and pulls him out of the room. They both walk quickly to the bedroom, as Izuku glances outside to see the sky filled with a myriad of colors as the sun sets.
“It’s going to be nighttime soon, Kacchan,” Izuku whispers, and Katsuki frowns.
“Let’s hide our things and then we’ll hide and ambush the dick,” he says as he frowns. “No guy ruins my week of vacation,” he growls under his breath as he quickly goes to hide his things under the bed, along with Izuku’s. He then grabs the pocket knife off the nightstand to pocket it, and his eyes finally fall on Izuku’s outfit.
Izuku looks at himself, then at Katsuki. “What? Is something wrong?” He asks Katsuki in a soft voice, and Katsuki takes a deep breath before shaking his head.
“You just look stupid,” Katsuki grumbles, and he narrows his eyes as he looks around the bedroom. There was enough cover for now that the killer wouldn’t catch them. “C’mere,” Katsuki motions for Izuku to come closer.
“Kacchan?” Izuku is confused as he watches Katsuki take out the pocket knife. Katsuki flips it open, then cuts Izuku’s shirt off him.
“Um, excuse you?!” Izuku can’t help but raise his voice. “Is your mind really only on THAT right now?” He hisses at Katsuki.
“Shut it, nerd,” Katsuki hisses back, and Izuku frowns.
Izuku watches Katsuki cut the shirt up, and he clenches his hands once Katsuki turns to throw it into a nearby wastebasket.
“You know what, no,” Izuku grabs the pocket knife from Katsuki as he shoves the blonde face-first into the bed. “You don’t get to destroy my things just because you think they’re stupid, Kacchan. Stop cutting up my shirts!” Izuku says in a low, angry voice.
“Get off me ne-,” Katsuki gets cut off as Izuku shoves his face into the bed.
“No, listen to me, Kacchan. Listen and don’t threaten me or yell at me,” Izuku says as he moves the knife to cut the apron off Katsuki, which the other still wore. At the ties around Katsuki’s waist, then at the back of his neck. He feels Katsuki squirm as he nicked his skin. “I dress how I want. I am who I am. Someone you can’t change anymore, even though you want to,” Izuku says and watches the small nick well up with blood. He leans down and licks it before he moves to cut Katsuki’s shirt off.
Katsuki struggles against him as he tries to grab Izuku’s hand, but his face is shoved into the flannel bed while Izuku straddles his ass. He feels Izuku’s erection poking him, and he suppresses the shudder that threatens to overtake him, but Izuku leans down.
“So, I’m going to destroy your things too, Kacchan, because you need to feel the same way that I’ve been feeling these past few months,” Izuku hisses, and his breath hits the back of Katsuki’s ear. Izuku then chuckles when Katsuki shudders under him. “There you go, Kacchan,” Izuku says, and he cuts Katsuki’s shirt off. The sharp pocketknife keeps nicking Katsuki’s skin as Izuku isn’t a skilled knife-wielder.
Katsuki tenses and twitches each time that Izuku manages to cut his skin. He glares at the wall he can see. “S-Stop fucking cutting my skin up, ne-” Katsuki gasps as Izuku presses him more into the bed.
“I’m not doing it on purpose, Kacchan,” Izuku hisses, and he looks at the cuts littering Katsuki’s back now. There was a lot, only because Izuku’s hand was shaking. He leans down as he closes the pocketknife, then slides it into his back pocket. The absurdity of the situation isn’t lost on Izuku as he licks at the oozing nicks. There is barely any blood coming out of them since they’re so small, but it still turns Izuku on. It still makes his cock achingly hard to see his Kacchan even a little bit bloody.
“Well, it fucking feels like you’re doing it on purpose ne-!” Katsuki goes wide-eyed when Izuku covers his mouth, and they hear a window break in the other room.
Izuku leans down as his bare chest touches Katsuki’s bare back, and he frowns as he listens to sounds in the other room. They hear more glass breaking from other windows, and Katsuki groans lowly when Izuku’s hips press down. Izuku doesn’t even notice that his cock is pressing more against Katsuki as he listens to the sounds of breaking glass. Once it stops, he removes his hand from Katsuki’s mouth as he sits up more comfortably.
“What the fuck is wrong with this dude? Destroying perfectly good windows,” Katsuki grumbles out.
Izuku doesn’t listen, and he looks around. “How big is this place, Kacchan?” Izuku asks him, then the lights flicker in their room before they’re in darkness.
Katsuki curses under his breath as he pushes himself to lean on his elbows. “Three stories. Basement, ground floor then second floor,” Katsuki tells him. “Breaker box is outside,” he adds.
“Well, that’s a dumb design choice,” Izuku comments, and Katsuki shrugs.
“Tell that to my parents,” he says, and finally, Izuku gets off him. “Fucking finally,” he grumbles and stands up as well. He winces as the cuts on his back sting, but he rolls his shoulders and then stretches as his body pops and cracks.
Izuku thinks back and frowns. “I recognize that woman,” Izuku says, and Katsuki gives him a look.
“Excuse me, you know random pretty women?” Katsuki asks him incredulously. Was this the right moment to be jealous? Probably not, but Katsuki didn’t give a fuck.
Izuku gives him a bored look but nods in response. “I saw her on the train when I was coming here. She was talking on the phone, then the man...” he frowns as the man from the train flashes in his mind.
“Wait, you know random men that are crazy as well?” Katsuki asks, his voice rising higher than necessary.
“Kacchan! Focus here! I saw them both on the train while coming here. They must have gotten off with me, but I didn’t notice,” he says with a soft frown.
Katsuki frowns as he watches Izuku mutter, and he groans as he pulls his phone out, but there is still no signal, which is weird. He knew he had cell reception when he came out last weekend, but now he doesn’t? It was weird.
“Kacchan!” Katsuki jumps when Izuku is suddenly in front of him.
“W-What?!” Katsuki snaps back before his mouth is covered again.
A creak of the floorboard sounds, and Izuku pulls Katsuki into the bathroom. They hide behind the door, and Katsuki curses mentally as he feels Izuku’s hard-on press against his own. He sees the look from Izuku that is a little sly, but he glares back, and they both jump as an axe embeds itself into the door they’re behind.
Katsuki puts a hand over Izuku’s mouth this time as they hear the axe move by splintering wood, but it’s dark, and they can’t see if the person is peeking through the door to look at them. All that Izuku and Katsuki hear is the thud of the butt hitting the ground as the killer grumbles some choice words. “Damn teenagers,” the man comments. Then, there is a thumping as the person walks away with one louder thump, which the two chalk up to the axe hitting the ground in time with the man’s steps.
Izuku only takes his hand away from Katsuki’s mouth when they hear the man go into a different room. “We’re fucked,” Izuku mutters after Katsuki’s hand leaves his mouth.
“We’re not fucking teenagers,” Katsuki grumbles as he narrows his eyes to try to see better.
Izuku looks in the direction of his voice as he huffs. “That is what you’re concerned about? His getting our ages wrong?” Izuku asks and shakes his head. He slips his phone out and turns the flashlight on. He turns to Katsuki to see that the blonde is flushed and scowling, which he doesn’t comment on. They had more pressing matters. He then turns the light to the door, and they both see the splintered wood and the size of the gap. “If the lights had been on...” Izuku trails off before he says what they’re both thinking.
Katsuki goes wide-eyed at seeing the size of the gap, which is a hole for sure, and he swallows. “Holy shit,” Katsuki mutters as he stares at the hole. “He would have found us if he hadn’t turned the lights off,” Katsuki mutters the rest of the thought, and he reaches out, but Izuku grips his hand.
Izuku’s grip on Katsuki’s hand makes Katsuki wince, but Katsuki doesn’t pull away because he can see how Izuku stares at the hole with a clenched jaw. He looks over at Katsuki with his eyes looking faraway.
“Nerd?” Katsuki mutters and waves his hand in front of his face. He goes to snap, but he gasps when Izuku’s arm wraps around his waist to pull him close.
“I’m not losing you again,” Izuku says in a low voice that holds more emotion than anything he had said that day. He closed the distance between them just as he turned the light off on his phone. Letting it slip back into his pocket as he moves his hands to tangle into Katsuki’s hair to keep him close against his body.
The kiss turns from urgent to desperate as Izuku kisses Katsuki like he is starving for everything and nothing at once. Izuku’s hands tug at Katuski’s hair, making a stuttering moan leave the blonde as Izuku presses him against the wall. Their bare chests touch, and Katsuki’s hands come up to try to push Izuku away.
“We-” Katsuki had managed to break the kiss, but instead, Izuku kissed him again.
This time, it’s open-mouthed, and Katsuki shudders against Izuku as Izuku sucks on his tongue. Slurping noises and low groans leave them as Izuku dominates the kiss. His tongue swiping through Katsuki’s mouth more than once. Izuku is sucking on his tongue as he tries to pull away to speak, or biting his lips to make him jolt from the pleasurable pain that comes with a low groan from Izuku.
“You go-” Katsuki chokes on his words as Izuku grinds against him and pleasure travels fast through Katsuki’s body. It’s like the danger of the situation was making it better, and Katsuki shudders as Izuku grinds against him again, then he whimpers when Izuku deepens the kiss.
Izuku only stops when they hear another crash inside the cabin, and Izuku is panting into Katsuki’s mouth before his hand slides up to press his fingers into Katsuki’s mouth. “Suck,” Izuku tells him lowly, and Katsuki shakes his head. “I said suck, Kacchan,” Izuku hisses as he grinds against him.
Katsuki whines lowly as his breath hitches. There is another crash nearby, and Katsuki curses the fact that he listens. He licks Izuku’s fingers at first before slipping them into his mouth to suck on them. Coating them generously in his saliva, which he knows won’t be enough lube, but he’s aching, and the killer is checking every room in the fucking cabin. He then chokes on Izuku’s fingers when he decides to finger fuck his mouth with four fingers instead of two.
Katsuki hits Izuku’s chest but groans around his fingers when the grip on his other hand increases with Izuku’s other hand. “You take my fingers so well, Kacchan,” Izuku says softly as he kisses Katsuki’s. “Your mouth and ass can take them so well,” he mutters and removes his fingers before turning Katsuki around. “Gotta be fast,” Izuku mutters as more crashing occurs, but it’s coming from across the hall or somewhere else.
Izuku moves Katsuki’s pants down along with his underwear, and he pauses briefly. “K-Keep moving, nerd,” Katsuki hisses, and Izuku moves the underwear to the side to slip two fingers inside of Katsuki. A hiss and soft curse leave Katsuki, and Izuku sets a relentless pace at the start as he finger fucks Katsuki open.
“See, your mouth and ass take my fingers so well,” Izuku breathes out in a soft laugh before he kisses the back of Katsuki’s neck. “Only mine,” Izuku adds and then slips in the other two fingers as he hears Katsuki hiss again. “You’re doing so good,” Izuku murmurs and fucks the fingers in. He can feel how Katsuki is stretching over his fingers, and he shudders before pulling his fingers out with a low groan.
“H-He’s coming back, nerd,” Katsuki snaps at Izuku in a whisper, but he gasps as Izuku’s cock slips inside of him in one rough thrust. Izuku knocks the air out of him as pain and pleasure spark through his body, and a guttural moan that he can’t stop in time. Everything had been so fast, unexpected, but so good, and Katsuki couldn’t stop the needy whimper that fell from his lips because this was what he wanted. What he needed all along, which was the thrill of doing this type of thing with the right person who had always been Izuku, but he’d be damned if he had to admit that.
“Be quiet, Kacchan,” Izuku says and moves his other hand to cover Katsuki’s mouth to muffle his sounds. His fingers slip back inside his mouth as he fucks him behind that door with the hole. The one where the killer had so easily gone through with one single move, and Katsuki shudders as the dots connect.
“I-Izuku...” Katsuki manages to say around his fingers, but Izuku groans and then shoves his fingers down further. Katsuki chokes on them and groans as his eyes squeeze shut, but it’s the same inky blackness that surrounds them in the cabin.
“I’m not losing you again,” Izuku says between ragged breaths as his movements get more desperate. Faster, like Katsuki could disappear at any moment, but Izuku knew that he could because he had done it before, so what would keep him from doing it this time? Nothing.
Katsuki feels his eyes stinging as Izuku’s fingers reach deeper into his mouth, then the pads of his fingers press against his tongue. He gags again, and finally Izuku slips his fingers out, but then he feels Izuku grip his hips hard before coming inside of him with a low groan. “Y-You fucker,” Katsuki says in a hoarse voice as he tries to push Izuku away, but then they both pause as there is another crash.
Izuku then groans, and his hips twitch. “Kacchan, stop squeezing me so much,” he mutters and finally slips out of Katsuki.
“You might as well have killed both of us,” Katsuki breathes out as he tries to catch it. His heart is thumping hard in his chest as he fixes his underwear and pants.
Then, when Izuku flashes him with the light, he squints his eyes as he is blinded. “I did not, Kacchan,” Izuku whispers as he frowns. He barely sounds affected by what just happened, though Katsuki felt like he ran a damn marathon.
Katsuki watches Izuku look around the bathroom, and he sees the chub that Izuku is still sporting. He snorts, then goes over to the window that Izuku had stopped at. They’re both trying to get out when a voice comes from the darkness.
“Hero Deku, are you enjoying your vacation?” The man asks, and his voice is low. His voice was gravelly and could scratch glass if he spoke too close to it.
Izuku’s breath hitches as he hears the man speak, and immediately his thoughts go back to the train. “We need to leave,” Izuku whispers to Katsuki.
Then, just as they get the window open, the man comes into the bathroom, gripping the axe by its shoulder and belly. “What? Are you two leaving? That’s not nice. I was starting to enjoy the show,” he says bluntly and with a sneer. He rushes forward to swing the axe, but he barely misses as Izuku pushes Katsuki through the window.
There is a yelp from outside, but Izuku draws the man’s attention to himself before he can try to go through the window after Katsuki.
“You don’t have to do this!” Izuku speaks out as he raises his hands to try to placate the man.
“Oh, no, I don’t have to, but I want to,” the man says, and he raises the axe again, but Izuku steps out of the way. He then scrambles and uses items around the window to get through it before the man can grab him or adjust to the darkness that he had created for them.
Izuku falls to the ground with a soft groan, but then quickly gets helped up by Katsuki, who frowns. “Who the fuck is that guy?” Katsuki asks with urgency as he motions for Izuku to follow him. His phone light is on, but it’s at a low setting and not at the blinding setting.
“Some guy I bumped into on the train. He told me to have a good vacation, and the woman he killed is also from the train. She was talking on the phone,” he tells Katsuki as he follows him. “He looked weird when I kept staring at him, but I didn’t want to judge him on appearances, Kacchan,” Izuku tells the blonde as they rush over to the fuse box.
Katsuki throws it open, and he jumps when sparks fly. “He fucking destroyed it,” he mutters as he sees the crunched metal.
“The axe,” Izuku mutters as he sees the gouges in the machinery.
“Fuck!” Katsuki hisses and slams the door of the fuse box closed. He looks around them as they hear owls hooting along with other night sounds. He then looks at the sky, as there was no light from the moon because it wasn’t in the sky tonight. It was a new moon, which meant they didn’t have the moonlight either.
“Can’t we run back to the station? Call someone from there?” Izuku asks, and Katsuki frowns.
“And walk a trail for over an hour when a killer is on the loose? Are you stupid? Do you know the woods around here, nerd?” Katsuki asks as he motions to the trees surrounding them and the trail that leads back to where they met. “Could you get back without much light? Huh? Because that is what we’d have to do,” he says and runs a hand through his hair with a wince.
Izuku glances at Katsuki when he winces, though the blonde tried to cover it up with an ill-timed cough, then he narrows his eyes. “You’re injured, aren’t you, Kacchan?” Izuku asks and steps closer. “This isn’t just some random time off. It’s forced, isn’t it?” Izuku asks as he frowns.
Katsuki glares at Izuku, then looks away with a click of his tongue. “We hadn’t seen each other in a while, and I just... I got pissed at a villian that mentioned seeing you, and I lost it when he said you looked like shit. Overused my quirk to the point that I injured myself, and the doctor is forcing me not to use my quirk. That’s why I am on medication,” Katsuki explains to Izuku with a grumble.
“The villain who jammed cellphone signals?” Izuku asks, and Katsuki nods. “The man who is here now?” He asks Katsuki, who purses his lips but nods. “Kacchan, he...” Izuku purses his lips as there is a loud sound of the front door of the cabin being slammed open.
“The fucker planned this,” Katsuki hisses as he glares to the front before he turns off his light on his phone as he grabs Izuku’s wrist. “We were his targets. Not her,” he tells Izuku and tugs the other along the other way around the cabin.
Izuku stumbles, but he lets Katsuki drag him. He glances around, but it’s too dark to see well, and he frowns. “How long does your medication last? The one with quirk-disabling abilities?” Izuku asks.
“Twenty-four hours and I took my pill today at six in the morning,” Katsuki says through gritted teeth.
“So, two quirkless heroes who can do combat fighting are put up against a killer?” Izuku asks, and Katsuki nods as they crouch near the door on the porch of the cabin.
“Seems that way,” Katsuki grumbles, and he looks at Izuku. “Go to the beginning of the trail. It’s a straight shot from here. You should be out of his radius to get a text to someone or a fucking call,” he tells Izuku.
“What if he has his gadgets with him?” Izuku asks Katsuki lowly, and the blonde frowns. Because he clearly hadn’t thought about that. “He could have this whole area signal blocked,” Izuku warns Katsuki.
“He fucking could,” Katsuki growls lowly as he looks around with narrowed eyes. “There is a flare gun in the basement. We get it, and someone is bound to see it,” Katsuki tells him, to which Izuku nods.
“Where is the entrance to the basement?” Izuku asks as they hear the crunching of leaves from boots approaching them.
“In the damn kitchen,” Katsuki hisses, and he pulls Izuku closer as they both hide from the man who walks past them since they’re in the shadows of the porch. Katsuki waits until his footsteps fade before whispering again. “You go in. Get the flare gun, and I'll distract him,” he tells Izuku.
“That’s fucking crazy, Kacchan,” Izuku hisses, and they hear the man yell in frustration.
“Where are you, Hero Deku?! Huh?! Tell me why you put my fiancée in the fucking hospital for stealing a purse!” He roars, and they hear him kick something metal.
Izuku tenses, and Katsuki clicks his tongue. “Oi, don’t think back to that. The charges were dropped against you since the suit malfunctioned. He should know that. That wasn’t your fault, nerd,” Katsuki hisses at Izuku as they hear the man cursing more. “Loud fucker,” Katsuki grumbles.
Izuku had stayed quiet when Katsuki spoke to him. He knew the blonde was right. He was going after the man’s fiancée when the suit malfunctioned, then he barreled into them. He sent them to the hospital because of it and himself.
“Kacchan, he has a right to be angry,” Izuku says, and Katsuki snorts.
“He doesn’t have a right to kill people for that anger, Izuku,” Katsuki tells Izuku as he finally opens the door of the cabin. “Go,” he tells him, and Izuku rushes in quietly.
Izuku’s heart thumps in his chest as he rushes to the kitchen, staying low, after noticing that the curtains are missing, so the windows reveal the outside if anyone is inside. He falls to his hands and knees behind the kitchen island as he throws the rug back that was there as he ran his hands over the floorboards. “Where is it?” Izuku hisses, and he finally grips the latch.
Then, as he opens it, the man yanks him back by his hair to throw him to the ground. Izuku goes wide-eyed as the man stands above him, a lantern now lit on his hip. “Where’s your little lover, huh? Let me hack him to pieces while you watch, Hero Deku. Let you feel the pain I’m feeling,” he hisses.
“A-Aren’t they still alive?” Izuku asks the man as he crawls backwards. He narrowly misses the axe coming down, and it’s so close to his crotch. He feels like his heart lodges in his throat as the man gives a broken laugh.
“They died yesterday!” He snaps and glares at Izuku. “I couldn’t even tell them bye because I was never allowed to see them!” He roars in pain and tries to strike down again, but Izuku rolls out of the way just in time as his breath quickens. “So... I thought I should follow you to see who you’re meeting up with, then I’d kill them. Make you feel the same pain that I’ve felt,” the man growls. “But getting you first is even better because either way... One of you is feeling my pain,” he says.
Izuku’s thoughts race as this man speaks, as he tries to think of escape routes or ways to get into the basement. Because they need that flare gun to call for help, but he pauses when the man says something about feeling his pain, and he clenches his jaw.
“I’ve felt that pain already. My Kacchan died for me and I... I promised myself that I would never lose him again, just some time before this. So he’s not dying tonight, nor am I. I’m sorry your fiancée died, but that doesn’t mean you can take it out on innocents or me!” Izuku tells the man as he stares at him, as if he is crazy, which he is. “There are groups out there for grief and channeling your anger into something more productive,” he says, and avoids a swing from the other.
“Innocents? That woman wasn’t innocent. She was the nurse who looked at my fiancée with disdain because she was a villain that they had to take care of,” his voice breaks. “She got what she deserved, Hero Deku,” he sneers, and Izuku dodges another swing. The man screams in frustration before throwing the axe to the side.
Izuku had thought that was a stupid move, but then he jumped when the man came at him with a knife. He narrowly dodges the stabbing motion and sees the man’s manic expression. “Whoa! Calm down, sir! Please!” Izuku says as he rolls out of the way as the man tries to strike again.
“Someone has to suffer like I have!” The man roars, and he grunts as the knob of the axe hits the back of his head. Everything is silent except for the ragged breathing from the man and Izuku as the man’s hand comes up to touch the back of his head. He then whirls around with a sneer as he goes to stab Katsuki, who was staring wide-eyed at the guy not going down as he holds the axe in his hands.
“Whoa!” Katsuki holds the axe up and blocks the attack of the knife. He looks at Izuku. “Go!” He snaps as he glares at the man who was trying to stab him still.
Izuku goes wide-eyed as the man focuses on Katsuki instead of him, and he wants to distract the man from Katsuki, but he sneaks past them into the basement. He slips on a step but barely catches himself with something that he manages to grip. He then takes a deep breath as he removes his phone from his pocket and turns on the flashlight, then goes wide-eyed at seeing the dead woman at the bottom. And he finally sees what he slipped on: blood.
“O-Oh shit!” Izuku scrambles up a few of the steps as he breathes heavily. His eyes are on her before he sweeps it in the basement, then it lands on an open thing on the wall with everything missing out of it, which makes him rush back up just in time to see the man get the axe away from Katsuki.
Then Izuku is moving without thinking, and he tackles the man to the floor with a yell as he grabs the axe from him, then throws it away from them and away from Katsuki, who was breathing heavily. He forgets about the knife entirely until it nicks his face as he barely dodges it. He quickly grabs the man’s hand to make the knife fall out of his hand before wrestling with the man on the ground.
Katsuki pants, and he inches toward the basement, then freezes at what he sees when he shines a light down there. He then closes the latch for now and looks back at the other two as he finally watches Izuku pin the man to the ground face down while straddling him. “Knock him out,” Katsuki tells Izuku in a rough voice before he clears his throat.
Izuku nods and does that exact thing as their phones start to ding excessively. Katsuki groans at the noises of All Might shouting I am here in quick succession before he pulls his phone out to see messages from their friends.
Izuku stays sitting on the man as he pulls his own phone out to put it on silent, as All Might’s voice is cut off by him doing so. “Everyone is worried,” Izuku says. “It seems he killed people at the train station before getting to us.” He says with a frown.
Katsuki frowns at that, and he glares at the man that Izuku is sitting on. He can see blood all over Izuku, and he looks down at himself because he has cuts all over himself from the man managing to hit him with the knife when he was blocking with the knife. “He waited till you were off the train on purpose to start his murdering spree,” Katsuki hisses as he shakes his head.
“He waited for the next train,” Izuku tells Katsuki with a soft frown. “Kids were on it, Kacchan,” he says and shakes his head. “Do you have rope?” He asks and opens a chat group with only Shouto and shoots him a message.
“I do,” Katsuki grumbles, and he walks to the hallway.
Izuku frowns as the message doesn’t go through, narrowing his eyes at him, then he yelps as the man throws him off, and his shoulder gets a searing pain since the man stuck a knife in it with a manic grin. Izuku cries out, but then glares at the man as he slams his arm to the side of his head. The man topples over and falls to his side as Izuku’s phone vibrates.
“Izuku?!” Katsuki rushes back in and sees what happened. He throws the ropes onto the man as he rushes to Izuku’s side. “The fucker stabbed you?!” He snaps, and he moves his hands to go to take the knife out, but Izuku pulls him close by wrapping his hand around the back of his neck.
Katsuki goes wide-eyed as Izuku kisses him like he is the only air he needs, and it’s like the kiss in the bathroom. Teeth, sucking, and tongue mapping his mouth while his hand taps Izuku’s chest to give him air, but he gets none. Katsuki sees Izuku drop the phone on the ground, still open, with messages from Shouto.
Izuku: We got the guy. Can you get him, Sho?
Sho: Of course. I hope I don’t intrude on you, lovebirds. Be there in twenty.
Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut as Izuku continues to kiss him, and Izuku’s now free hand reaches over to grip Katsuki’s thigh and brings it over to straddle his hips. “Let’s fuck,” Izuku growls against his mouth, and he goes back to kissing him. His hands moved from their spots to grip Katsuki’s hips.
Katsuki looks at the man warily, then back at Izuku, who still had a knife in his shoulder, but then he hisses in pain as Izuku pulls him down to suck at a cut that the man had made on his chest. “What the fuck, Izuku?” Katsuki pulls away and glares at him, but Izuku rolls his eyes as he pulls Katsuki back down to suck on another cut as he bucks his hips up. Letting Katsuki feel how hard he was, Katsuki gasps at the feeling before cursing under his breath.
“Kacchan, let’s date,” Izuku tells him as he licks over the wound that now oozes a little blood since he sucked on it hard. “Let’s be together,” Izuku whispers against his chest, and Katsuki groans as Izuku sucks on another cut under his left tit. “I’ll treat you so good. Worship you,” Izuku tells him as he grinds up again with a low moan.
“T-That’s... You’re fucking crazy,” Katsuki hisses, then yelps when Izuku bites down on a cut, then he whimpers as his hips grind back down against Izuku.
“I want Kacchan as mine and only mine. I hate this pussy footing that we’re doing, Kacchan. You want it too, I know you do. Say yes,” Izuku hisses as he bites down on another cut to suck on it, then laps at the blood oozing from it.
Katsuki hisses in pain as Izuku keeps on sucking on the cuts. “Fucking stop doing that,” he hisses and shudders just as the lights go on around them. Katsuki sees things more clearly now, and how the knife has prevented Izuku from bleeding out. He can also see all the tiny cuts all over Izuku’s body, then his own, which are all now bleeding with little rivulets down his torso and soaking into the hem of his pants. “People are here, nerd,” he hisses.
“It’s fine. Sho will keep them out,” Izuku mutters, and he moans against Katsuki’s chest before closing around one of his nipples, and Katsuki gasps as his back arches a little.
“Fucker!” Katsuki hisses as he looks over at the man who is unconscious near them with a pile of rope on top of him. “We didn’t even tie up th- fuck! Stop that!” Katsuki snaps, and he hits the back of Izuku’s head, but Izuku moans.
Izuku’s hands move to lift Katsuki a little, then he gets his pants off a little enough for him to get inside, then he lowers his own pants, though he winces in pain.
“I’ll fucking help,” Katsuki grumbles and stands on his knees as he lowers Izuku’s sweats and underwear at a really awkward angle, which he curses under his breath about. But it’s cut off with a moan escaping him as Izuku grips his hips and makes him sit down on him in one deep thrust.”H-Hey!” Katsuki snaps but moans as Izuku rolls his hips.
“Answer?” Izuku asks as he grips Katsuki’s hips to move him. The thrusts are deep and slow at first to torture Katsuki, mostly as Izuku needed an answer.
“No! That’s fucking messy!” Katsuki groans, and he tries to move to increase the pace. But Izuku denies him by keeping the other firmly still on his lap. “Move, nerd!” Katsuki growls in annoyance.
“No, I want an answer,” Izuku mutters, and he gives Katsuki a narrowed look.
“I said no,” Katsuki snaps, and he feels Izuku pull almost all the way out, then slam back in, which knocks the breath out of him as the pleasure that wracks his body causes him to cough, then wheeze.
“Wrong answer, Kacchan. Try again,” Izuku drawls as he smirks at how affected Katsuki is by him. He watches the blonde shudder and tremble while sitting on top of him, while he gives him a sly smile. “I have all the time in the world, Kacchan. I don’t care if others see us like this, but you do,” he says softly and teasingly as he looks at him.
Katsuki curses under his breath, then Izuku does another thrust that takes his breath away, and he wheezes. “Fuck!” Katsuki pants as he puts his hand to his chest to try to catch his breath. Like that’ll help somehow when it never really does.
“So? What’s your answer, Kacchan?” Izuku asks in a light voice as he tilts his head like he’s not fucking Katsuki within an inch of his life. Izuku goes to move Katsuki again, but a hand grabs his wrist.
“F-Fucking wait!” Katsuki’s voice wavers as he swallows at how intense everything is. He looks up as spotlights are now on outside, and he is sure everyone is busy outside, but anyone could look inside. He glances at the window that the woman ran into earlier and sees someone standing there, and he narrows his eyes. But that doesn’t last long because Izuku does another thrust, and Katsuki cries out as that is the thrust that makes him cum inside his pants for the second time that night.
“So, what’s your answer, Kacchan? Will you be my boyfriend?” Izuku asks Katsuki with a grin as he watches Katsuki try to catch his breath. But then a little shake of Katsuki’s head makes Izuku’s grin slip away with a disappointed pout. “Wrong answer, again, Kacchan,” Izuku says with a sigh, then does the same thrust a few more times, and it leaves Katsuki dizzy from overstimulation.
Katsuki then lies against Izuku’s chest as he pants against his chest, and he feels blood smear on his cheek, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He sucks in a shuddering breath, but then Izuku lifts his hips again. “D-Don’t you fucking dare, nerd,” Katsuki snarls, but his plea falls on deaf ears, and another orgasm hits him as Izuku thrusts again.
Katsuki whines at the feeling, at the weak spurts into his boxers for the third time that night, and Izuku just hums like this is a common occurrence.
“So?” Izuku asks and waits for Katsuki to answer him.
“Fucking fine,” Katsuki slurs on his words. “We can date you fucker,” Katsuki pants out as he goes to push himself up, but sways, and Izuku steadies him.
“Good!” Izuku tells Katsuki, and he does a few more thrusts, then groans as he spills inside of Katsuki for the second time that night. Their pants fill the silence, and Katsuki lies back against Izuku’s chest with a soft groan.
“I fucking hate you,” Katsuki sneers as he buries his face in the crook of Izuku’s neck.
Izuku laughs at that as he wraps his good arm around Katsuki’s body, letting his hand rub his lower back. “I love you too, Kacchan,” Izuku says and kisses him softly on the lips. “At least you won’t hate me in a few days,” he says.
Katsuki grunts, and he hides his face. “You’re moving in,” he grumbles.
Izuku laughs again as the cabin door opens, and Izuku looks to see Shouto walk in, who nods at them but walks past them after putting a blanket on top of them. “Of course, Kacchan. I’d do anything for you,” Izuku tells Katsuki in a soft voice as he kisses the top of his head, and Katsuki grumbles curses under his breath. They stay lying there as everyone walks in, and Izuku is just content as he rubs Katsuki’s back.