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tejvirani · 8 days ago

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(And a hornet pelting them all with packets of crisps ~) With @selinswonderland and @akhilaasthana Thanks to Dion for the header!

The warehouse was a haven, for now. Akhila had ducked inside seeking sanctuary and something sugary. It didn’t take a genius to know she was burning through calories at a higher rate. She scoured the shelves for a tin of peaches. It would do. Akhila turned on her heel, the can already torn open, syrup sloshed up and over onto her hand. Bugger. The hornets were everywhere. She scrunched her nose and drank as much of the sugar-syrup as she could stomach. Akhila, fuck, she needed something––she grappled to trade her tin for a tool and got a wrench. Adequate. It had a decent weight to it.

“I’ve had it up to bloody here with this.” Akhila seethed, but the hornet lifted and turned, it’s staticky not-face had latched onto someone else. Not the resolution she had in mind. Akhila willed for speed or power, but as she jogged after it but there was no surge of energy. “Behind you!” She hollered.

***

Selin had no idea where to go or what to do. After a few encounters with these robot hornets, it seemed like the best option to duck into the medicenter, grab some type of supplies, something in case of injury. But while almost there she noticed a few people who were making their way out, arms loaded with stuff. No way they needed that much medical supplies! She tried to call out to them but they were moving fast, so the easiest solution was to follow. At least that way she could see what they were up to or be an extra pair of hands if there was really a big group of people in need of assistance.

Following them to the warehouse, it turned out to be a bad idea considering the amount of hornets that were buzzing around the interior. The commotion bounced off the walls and Selin followed the shouting voices to find Akhlia and another, (one of the ones she saw running from the medicenter) standing off with one of the hornets causing her to stop dead in her tracks. "Whoa, okay. Let's all just be calm. Maybe if we leave it alone it'll...go away." She said, slow and incredibly hopeful.

***

Tej spotted Ellen first. From his perch in the upper loft of the warehouse, he surreptitiously watched as she stashed boxes behind a broken furnace. Not long after, a few more followed with boxes. Doors were carelessly left open, and the horrible drones of the hornets amplified off the brick and concrete of the warehouse.

He grabbed up a nearby can of spray paint (Rust-oleum, color "Key Lime") and popped the top off. A lighter was also picked up. Tej took the stairs down quick.

‘Oh my god, get it–get it away from me!’ Ellen wailed in a piercing high pitch. Body turned to the side, hands balled up and held tight to a smaller box in her arms. Akhila was there, as was Selin. And the hornet, as it hovered behind Ellen one second and zipped around in front of Ellen the next.

(Incredibly engineered, Tej thought. Painstakingly created. He wanted to take the hornet apart piece by piece to see just how beautiful it was).

Tej, agitated: “Yeah. Because being calm is really working out for Ellen. She let the damn thing in here.”

***

Really, what exactly did she think she was doing? Akhila’s gaze cast towards the doors that had been left flung open. She flinched as Ellen wailed, Selin, she was fairly certain the young woman’s name was Selin, seemed hopeful they could play ignorant. Akhila pursed her lips to answer but another voice joined the thick of it. She cast a sideways glance and it was him, backpack man.

Excellent.

Akhila tightened her grip on the wrench. “We need to lure it out of here.” This hadn’t been part of the relaxation-bargain.

“Right, well shit.” Akhila huffed, because Ellen had spied a break in the hornet’s hovering and made a break for it. The machine-come-beast hesitated, then followed with intent after her deep into the belly of the warehouse. “That wasn’t––” Akhila stared in horror as another came with a box clutched to their chest and a hornet on their tail. She reached for Selin and pulled them both down to avoid collision.

“Just in case.” Akhila informed her as she handed Selin the wrench. It was better than nothing. Without waiting Akhila lurched down the warehouse, one of the hornets had wedged itself up on a top shelf and was incidentally launching packets of crisps down at them to free itself. One less to worry about. “You haven’t got the ability to laser beam it with your eyes have you?” She asked the young man. Names could come later when there wasn’t giant-fucking-wasps to worry about.

***

Ellen's reaction to the hornet was anything but calm. Not that Selin could blame her for it, but after multiple run ins with these things, screaming and running seemed like the easiest way for them to give chase. Which is exactly what happened as Ellen tried to get away and only intrigued the robotic creature more. "Does that look like calm to you, Tej?" Selin pointed out at his sarcasm at her suggestion. None of them were targets yet after all.

Looking at the wrench Akhila gave her, Selin appreciated it but had a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't be enough to take this thing out. If anything a wrench to that television head would most likely cause aggression to be turned on them.

"I think if we want to take this thing out. We need to make every hit count." She told both of them, holding up the wrench. "This is a good distraction if we want to be a new target, but we'll need something bigger to incapacitate it. Try to break off limbs somehow."

***

He blinked once at Selin and replied dry as a bone: "Oh. What, you gonna offer to meditate with her? Do some deep breathing. Don't let me interrupt." His chin tipped up. "At this point Ellen's yelling probably called every one of those damn things over here."

As Akhila outfitted Selin with a weapon, Tej ran over to close the mentioned doors. They at least might stand a chance against a few trapped inside, versus letting the rest of them in.

When he returned to Selin and Akhila, they were being pelted with snacks by one of the trapped insect robots. Could he shoot laser beams from his eyes? "I only wish. You?"

Selin and Akhila had both offered different but equally decent options against the damn hornets. He looked around them and then down the long aisle, beyond the angry wedged in thing caught in shelving.

"Look. There are some empty shelves at the end of this row. As tall as these." He gestured to the ones they stood in front of. "We lure the rest of the hornets down to the end of this aisle. The shelving isn't exactly light weight, but since they're empty I figure I can push them over. If we can trap them under the shelves, then we could actually break some limbs." A second to recognize Selin's suggestion. "Damn, killer over here. I never knew."

And, continued. "Pretty sure I can fry some parts and pieces too." He held up the can of spray paint and lighter.

"We need someone to lure them down there." A beat. "Where the fuck did Ellen go? Stashing more of those boxes?"

***

Akhila ducked her head to avoid the purple-foil wrapped snack. She’d pursed her lips, considering Selin’s entirely pragmatic point that the wrench wasn’t going to do that much damage. Perhaps not to these robot-hornets, but technology was fragile. She’d only needed to drop her new iPad the once to learn that lesson. “I don’t know where she’s gone…” She could hear her, the cacophony of chaos, shouts and screams. That didn’t avail them of Ellen’s current location within the warehouse.

Good.” She mused as he held up the balm of teenage boredom.

“No laser beams…” Akhila could however, if she could kick some of that sugary energy into gear, utilise her unnatural speed. “Sorry Selin, I’ll need that wrench back.” Akhila shot off, the plan formulating piece by piece. “I think I can lure the hornets down this end.” She flexed her hand, there it was, the sluggish feeling of pulling through honey. Akhila proffered them both a wan smile. “I’ll be bait, whilst I wouldn’t normally condone this, you two get ready break limbs.” No time to be delving into the absurdity of the situation.

There wasn’t a chance in hell she was sending either of them into the hornet-nest.

“First…we really should find Ellen.” The last any of them needed was an extraneous variable. “Heaven only knows why she’s moving boxes at a time like this.”

***

"Man, now really isn't the time for your sass." Selin replied back with a sigh. "When I aggravated one by throwing rocks at it, I got stung. So to me it makes sense that if you leave it alone, it'll do the same." But the longer they left them alone, the more they would destroy. Who was to say whether they would get any replacements of items and food targeted by the hornets or if this was all some master plan to rid them of resources they got accustom to these past few weeks.

Easily, she handed the wrench back over to Akhila when she requested it. There probably wouldn't be a whole lot of damage done with it in her hands. Though the idea of anyone as bait didn't sit right with her, as cool as it was for Akhila to offer up herself with ease, Selin couldn't possibly just say yeah, go for it! especially considering what they were up against and the likeliness of injury. "Are you sure? I'll warn you, those stinger claw things they've got? Not fun. Just, be careful." An obvious statement, but Selin felt she needed to offer it up nonetheless.

She turned to Tej at his comment about her being a killer. "I'm very complex. Surprisingly, I don't like giant mechanical bugs terrorizing me and other people."

As for Ellen, Selin kept quiet about what she was doing that caused her to head this way in the first place. Now probably wasn't the time to admit she had a hunch theft was taking place. The woman's shrieks and cries through the warehouse echoed, and as Selin turned her head to the side, she watched Ellen running past their aisle still frantically shouting for help as the hornet curiously followed after her. "Found her. Think you can help me catch her?" She asked Tej, gesturing for him to come along. "Maybe we can try that meditation idea of yours."

***

Selin’s exasperation inexplicably brought a faint smile to Tej’s lips. Admitting she’d been stung wiped it all away. “I was stung too.” The burn of skin ripped open by a claw still vivid enough to bring a protective hand to his side. He wondered if Selin also saw anything. Or was it his own delirium in the moment, in the surreal grip of a horrific man-made insect? Something to bring up once they were all in a safer position.

I’ll be bait. “The fuck?” This was the person who dove into rough seas to save the thing most precious to him, without even knowing what the hell it was. “You don’t have to do that.” A similar statement to Selin’s one that didn’t need to be said. The look of determination in Akhila’s eyes told them the decision, however baffling, had already been made.

A brow rose to Selin’s other remark, “Never had a doubt about it.” Complex, yes, and she deserved to have the last word too.

"Think I know what she's up to--" but before Tej could rat out Ellen, she darted nearby. "Ah. What if Ellen prefers yoga?" He took off down the aisle and gained easily. Enough to cut around the corner as Ellen approached and slip a strategically placed foot out for her to trip over. Splat.

He leaned back to see Selin. "Tell Akhila we got her. And another hornet is down here too." He bent down to help Ellen up. "The hell do we do with this one though?"

***

Akhila had always really loathed sitting in the backseat with the world blurring by, and no control over speed, or jerky direction. One of the reasons she’d gotten herself a two-seater convertible. The motion was startlingly akin to the speed she could garner from what felt like an otherwise mundane jog. Though sickeningly sweet canned fruit had done its job, the warehouse was streaks of ruddy colour, and nary a hornet in sight. Bollocks. Akhila looped back up and around to go down a second row incase she’d missed it. Easily done when the world was nothing but a gauzy super-speed blur.

Brakes? Yeah still hadn’t quite figured that one out yet, more testing needed. Akhila skidded, knees bent to absorb the impact, and no sooner had the dust settled she doubled over the expunge the fruit. Useful, yes, an awful fairground ride experience, also yes. Akhila wiped her mouth, and moved to straighten up but behind a disconnected furnace was a stack. Boxes pile on top of each other wasn’t out of the ordinary, it was the contents. Akhila pulled one towards her, the stash of gloves that had gone missing last night, below that a defibrillator that appeared too modern comparatively.

Akhila ground her back teeth. She followed the sound of chittering voices. Selin, Tej and in the middle of them both Ellen. “Anyone have any idea who took this?” She barked, holding up the neatly portable defibrillator someone had evidently pried from The Odyssey. Ellen went ghostly mute. “Crying out loud!” Akhila half-wished she’d kept the wrench. She pushed her tongue up against her teeth, heaven almighty save her now if these were the blithering idiots she was stuck with. Tej and Selin, excluded. “You cannot be serious, have you any idea the trouble you've caused? That you could cause?”

***

Knowing the awful feeling of being stung and what she had witnessed, Selin had this look of fear and sympathy when Tej said he was also stung. She didn't wish that experience on anyone but it seems she wasn't the only unlucky one.

Neither of them seemed all that pleased with Akhila offering herself up as bait, but something had to be done, right? Selin didn't know much about Akhila's ability and what she was capable of. It wasn't laser eyes, but she still felt confident enough to lure the hornets somewhere that Tej and Selin could gang up on them. Maybe even Ellen too if she quit running around like a maniac. Luckily, she was pretty easy to knock down when they managed to catch up to her, a simple trip to send her toppling face first to the ground.

"Hey, you're gonna need to calm down and quit causing a commotion in here, ok? These things don't like being provoked and running and screaming isn't helpful, do you understand?" She asked Ellen, who feverishly nodded her understanding. Selin had the urge to scold her like a child for not thinking and acting so recklessly. But right now, Ellen was quiet and Selin ranting would get the same outcome as Ellen's screaming.

When Akhila showed up, holding up a defibrillator and asked about it in a harsh and accusatory tone, Selin's gaze gravitated over to Ellen, now avoiding eye contact. She had seen the other woman lugging the boxes from the medcenter over in this direction but she had no clue what was inside. But as much as she knew that some type of punishment was deserved, she was still concerned about the hornets. "Akhila...I think maybe we should focus on the bigger problem before anything else. What happened? You didn't already take care of the rest of the hornets did you?" The thought of Akhila dealing with those things all on her own, while impressive, sounded incredibly dangerous.

***

An odd sound was heard within the warehouse. After Akhila took off, a rush of movement traveled over to Tej and Selin. He just couldn't see Akhila. But most of his attention temporarily fell (ha) to Ellen-- who finally seemed to take Selin's advice.

When Akhila reappeared, she had something with her. Tej's brows drew tight. "The hell did that come from..." The answer sat on the ground between them all.

'I'm not the only one. Others took things too,' Ellen admitted with a lot of bluster despite the color that flooded her cheeks at being caught. 'You can't just blame me!'

Tej pinched the bridge of his nose with a loud exhale. But Selin was right. Take care of the immediate danger before sorting out the supply thieves. So, to Akhila. "What did you find?"

***

“No.” Her gaze cut across to Selin, and then flicked from Tej to Ellen. Latter of whom was sprouting a great deal of nonsense. Absolving herself of guilt because others had dared to be fools too. A pitifully weak excuse. “I found their stash, no hornets.” Akhila held her jaw tight and spoke through tight lips.

There was every possibility she may have missed a hornet, owing to her bout of motion sickness. However, Akhila remained an otherwise infallible wall. “Shut up woman.” She barked at Ellen, who chewed over her silence with ruddy cheeks.

There was no evidence of the hornets, no buzz or hum. Conceivably even the one that had wedged itself into a shelving unit had flushed itself out. “I would suggest we get out of here.” Akhila measured Ellen up, the woman owed her, owed them all for her pilfering. The adrenaline-infused stupidity on her behalf had waned, leaving Akhila bone-weary. After some hesitation. “You were right.” She poised to Selin.

“Any other suggestions?”

***

Amidst Ellen's protesting about the things that were taken, trying to absolve herself from blame, Selin's main concern was the hornets. Ellen was certainly in the wrong here but she didn't deserve to get attacked or killed by one of these robots. At least that's what Selin thought, she wasn't sure what the other two believed. But when Akhila told them that there were no more hornets around, she didn't find anything but this stash of medical equipment, that brought her a sense of relief. It also felt kind of good to hear from Akhila of all people that her belief on how these things operated was correct. It was quite the honor, even if it was just a simple remark, it felt like praise.

"Getting out of here is a good idea. Unless you've got more medical equipment stashed away here somewhere that you'd like to tell us about?" She asked Ellen, a bit more stern, raising her eyebrow. Selin probably wasn't much of a threat, but with Tej and Akhila there as well, she'd know not to cause trouble right now. "There's no other equipment, just some bandages and pain meds..." Ellen trailed off and Selin couldn't tell if it due to embarrassment or simply withholding information of how much was taken.

"Well if it's not much I think it won't be that hard to collect it all and bring it back where it belongs. Seeing as we all saved you after all. I think we deserve a little cooperation, what do you all think?"

***

Akhila and Selin were quite the appealing team as they interrogated Ellen. All severe tones and beautifully grave faces. Hot. Ellen spilled the rest of the stolen stash. “Ah, get high. Give your heart a shock.” Tej tapped his chest with a fist twice. “Had a night in Hell’s Kitchen like that once.” Several, many, lucky to be alive. “What’s the bandages for? In case you survive the overdose and heart arrhythmia but wake up with a nasty papercut?” Tej’s contribution: mockery and mild harassment.

Ellen wiped her nose on the sleeve of her teal shirt. Then she bolted up, shoved herself through the fine wall Selin and Akhila created, and took off running.

He paused to see Ellen haul ass down the warehouse aisle. “I’m not chasing her again,” Tej said as flat as his expression. “But I’ll help carry the boxes those dipshits stole back to the Medicentre.”

***

It was Selin who put herself forth to interrogate Ellen, and through a squeaked out confession Ellen, Akhila's glower deepened. Despite frustration curdling to ire Akhila found herself warming to Selin. Akhila's lips pursed, with a huff of haughty air through her nose as Tej chimed in. Only for Ellen to flee from Tej's barbed call-outs with a hard shove.

She brushed out her sand dune scrubs, and took the time to straighten herself out. "Thank you." Akhila flipped the defibrillator case up, underneath it was stamped with '#4 TOP DECK OF THE ODYSSEY.' Perhaps it would be worth revisiting the cruise ship. "Both of you."

"She isn't worth our time." Pill poppers never were. "We should be able to move them all in one go if we can locate that dolly. Let's hope the hornets have found a honeypot to distract themselves with."

***

End!

#selin 03 #akhila 02 #panevent 02 #thx this was fun!

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 9 months ago

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Crying bc that could never be me bc I never really had close guy friends when I was young please write a one shot or something of childhood friends y/n and Katsuki of Katsuki being immune to cooties and bringing these tendencies to UA together 😭

eeeee i was secretly hoping someone would ask me to talk about this more tehhehehe here you go ! I didn’t rlly get what you meant with him carrying the cootie thing to high school so i wrote this around your ask a lil, hope you don't mind ! i tried honoring your request as best i can, hope you enjoy !

fem reader, polar opposite’s trope except not POLAR opposite’s cus yn is a little shit on the low, mitsuki favoritism lol, mitsuki and katsuki arguing n bein sassy, katsuki gets embarrassed, mitsuki is mischievous, katsuki calling his mother old, yn calls mitsuki ‘miss’, pure fluff honestly, say it with me CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE WOHOOOO, mentions of making out n kissing, established relationship, cooties lol, lemme know if i missed sum else <3 !!

katsuki wants to do one of three things right now : dissapear, sink into the floor or die—and the more he hears his old hag babbling on and on to you with a familiar photo album in her lap, the more he's starting to find the all three options tempting.

" oh look, this was at you guys' kindergarten graduation ! you were both soooo small, do you remember that ?! "

he hears his mom gush from the other bigger living room couch she's sitting on with you. it's been 15 minutes since you had come over to his house and the plan was for you guys to hang out, watch a movie and get a make out session in before you leave or preferably have you sleep over.

that was the plan, until his old hag came and fucked it up.

15 minutes since she'd dragged you over to the couch and talked your ear off about whatever the fuck moms talk about and you, being the sweetheart that you are, listened patiently the whole time, chatting and giggling out jokes easily. katsuki really, really doesn't know how you do it but he sure as hell respects you for it.

you'd always insisted on being polite with his mom, something about staying in her good graces after you guys had started dating. katsuki thinks that's extremely stupid because his mom has loved you since that day in elementary school when he'd dragged you over to her, his little hand gripping yours tightly and proudly exclaiming you were the one he was gonna marry. you were sweeter and calmer than he was by far and she was immediatly enamoured with you. katsuki's damn near sure she loves you more than she loves him. that in itself isn't the problem. the problem was that she's been hogging you ever since you walked in the door.

usually, katsuki's fast enough to drag you up to his room before she can get her claws in you, but he wasn't fast enough today and that's how he ended up in his current predicament.

" and this one when you came over for christmas—oh, katsuki begged me to let you stay over, you know ? you cannot believe how loud he can get when he doesn't get his way, started rolling around on the floor n' everything ! "

katsuki feels his ears redden the more he listens to this conversation and he wishes so bad for you guys to just fucking go. he could go to his room and avoid this entire conversation in theory, but he'd rather avoid his mom telling you some other embarrassing stories that you absolutely do not need to know about, so he concedes and tries his best to drown the conversation out, scrolling on his phone.

"ou, i have an adorable picture of katsuki in the bath let me find—"

" DON'T FUCKIN’ SHOW HER THAT, HAG ?! " katsuki shrieks, startling you, his mom looks surprised for no more than a milisecond before shooting him a nasty glare unphased by her son's outburst. "what's got you pipin' up now, brat ?" she asks unimpressed.

katsuki practically zooms over and snatches the album away from his mother's grip, shooting her a glare identical to her own. " i'm gonna burn this in your sleep one of these days, i swear. " he grumbles, trudging off to put the album back on one of the shelves of his living room and ignoring his mom wishing him good luck with that. katsuki feels like he's lost a battle when he hears you giggle quietly when he turns away, no doubt his mother had said something about how he was embarrassed to have you see his baby pictures. he vows to get revenge and thinks the best way to start is by throwing this cursed collection of pictures on an open fire. he decides to just put it back on the shelf for now.

“ what a spoilsport, am i right ?” mitsuki nudges you with her shoulder and you giggle at what katsuki personally finds a horrible joke. to each their own though, or whatever.

katsuki scoffs to himself. he makes his way back to the couch and stands in front of you both, arms crossed.

“you done hoggin’ my girlfriend now or are you gonna keep yappin’ some more ?” mitsuki scoffs at her son’s words, wrapping her arms around your frame and pulling you against her tightly when she sees katsuki’s hand creeping towards you, assuming he'd try to pull you away.

“ i’m sure you can be patient for a little longer, as hard as i know it is for you.” you hear katsuki scoff out an insult under his breath, mitsuki pays it no mind. “besides, yn has been enjoyin’ our conversation so far, haven’t ya sweetie ?” she asks. you, again, being the sweet thing that you are, happily nod with a smile. mitsuki looks up at her son with a smug look, her expression screams “see ?”.

“ she’s only agreein’ cus yer fuckin’ holdin’ her hostage.” katsuki grumbles. he feels his patience dwindling at a pace that should definitely be alarming. he looks at you and feels his heart flutter when you offer him an apologetic smile. his patience returns the slightest bit.

“hostage ? don’t be ridiculous katsuki—” then it’s as if a lightbulb goes off, katsuki can practically see it gleaming above her head and he really doesn’t like it.

“he’s always been like that y’know ? all clingy—you remember that right ?!”the excitement in her voice becomes more prominent when she sees you nod enthusiastically. katsuki has a strange, foreboding feeling about this.

“ i remember he’d constantly want you around holdin’ his hand everywhere. one time—" she pauses as she bursts into giggles that, to katsuki, sound more like witch cackles than anything.

“one time you refused to hold his hand because you got scared he’d get cooties” she chuckles. katsuki feels his stomach drop.

“but he said that wouldn’t happen because he was too strong to get them !”

fuck patience.

katsuki grabs you and stalks off so fast you feel like you’re floating a little bit. he quickly yells out a “we’re goin’ to my room, don’t fuckin’ bother us !” then he’s quickly running up the stairs with you in tow. it’s only when you get to the hallway that leads to his bedroom that he looks back at you. he rolls his eyes when he sees you clearly fighting back a laugh.

“be quiet.”

“i didn’t even say anything yet !” you defend, giggling at the same time. katsuki fights back a smile at the sound.

“yeah, but you were going to and i don’t wanna hear it.” he bites. he squeezes your hand afterwards, telling you it was a joke in his own way. in actuality, katsuki could listen to you talk for hours and hours, days on end without getting bored. you’re being a brat right now though, so he won’t tell you that.

you smile at his back as katsuki drags you along muttering to himself about how he “never should’ve left you with that old witch for so long.”

“i remember that, y’know ? the cootie thing.” you admit jokingly. walking up a little faster you catch up to him and walk side by side. he glances at you from the corner of his eye then looks away and scoffs “of course you do.” he groans.

“ you’re mom didn’t mean to embarrass you, i’m sure.” you try to console him despite still snickering at the memory of his face going beet red after his mom had ‘exposed’ him. “and it was nice to see those pictures. it felt all...nostalgic.” you reminisce about the summer days you’d spent over the years with your katsuki with a smile. remembering the days of adventures and melting ice cream. of waterparks and bandaged covered knees.

katsuki doesn’t make a sound next to you and you think he’s just ignoring you until he speaks again, the scowl on his face threatens to melt away. “that old bat had it out for me the entire time. she’s fuckin’ evil incarnate, just doesn’t show it to you.” he feels prideful when he hears you laugh “that’s mean !” you scold through giggles, but his smirk says he’s seen through you. he comes to a stop and backs you up until your back is against the wall.

“yer laughin’ though. not as much of an angel as you’re pretending to be, are ya ?” he teases, leaning in closer to you until your noses brush. you try to fight back the smile that pulls at your mouth but it doesn’t work and after a moment you’re giggling again. katsuki swears every time you laugh an angel gets its wings. he steals a sloppy kiss to hear the sound again.

your hands play with the hem of his plain black shirt. he’s handsome, too handsome. his outfit consisted of a plain black t-shirt and some sweatpants yet he still looks like a model and it makes you want to kiss him silly, call it revenge for looking so good.

“ i’m not pretending to be anything, definitely not an angel.” you chuckle “unlike you, i’m just being nice.” you stick your tongue at him and he chuckles. rolling his eyes, he scoffs. his warm hands reflexively start running up and down your waist.

“yeah well, that’s cus unlike me your ass gets to go home. you’d be less nice if you were stuck in here like i am.” you playfully roll your eyes at his dramatics

“i doubt that. besides, miss mitsuki likes me !”

“she’ll get mad at you for callin’ her miss again.” you gasp, quickly clasping your hand over your mouth as if his mom would hear you from here. katsuki’s snort makes you snort as well.

“c’mon” he urges after a minute, grabbing at your hand and tugging at it “we’re goin’ to my room.” he mumbles out a “fuckin’ finally” and you laugh.

then you get an idea.

you suddenly rip your hand from his and katsuki immediately stops dead in his tracks to stare back at you like you had just insulted him. you let out a tiny snort at his expression.

“the hell are you doin’ ?”

you clasp your hands behind your back and sigh, even looking down at the floor sadly for extra dramatic effect “we can’t risk it, suki.”

“hah ?” katsuki fully turns to you, slowly starting to grow worried at your sudden shift in attitude. “what’re you talking about ?”

“i mean..if we hold hands..” you slowly look up at him, revealing your shit eating grin “you might get cooties..”

katsuki looks at you for about 15 seconds with an incredulous look on his face and you burst out laughing. he’s definitely one of the most expressive people you’d ever met, so seeing what kind of faces he’ll makes next is always fun.

he walks over, grabs your hand and squeezes hard, as punishment you assume. you yelp through giggles.

you hear him let out a disappointment sigh when he turns his back to you and drags you to his room again. you happily follow along behind him like you’d done for years now.

"i really shouldn't have left you with that old hag for so long." he mutters bitterly. you let out a snort and smile to yourself, content that your plan to mess with your boyfriend ended up being succesful. you perk up when he suddenly huffs out a laugh.

" and anyways, i won't be gettin' any cooties. m'too cool for 'em." you laugh out loud and the way he grips your hand a little tighter tells you you don't need to see his face to know he's proud of that.

"what if i have them ?" you challenge in between snickers.

katsuki scoffs dissaprovingly, you can basically see him rolling his eyes despite his back being to you.

"you don't. only losers get cooties. and as far as i know, you're not a loser." he's a little embarrassed because this is reminding him too much of when you were kids and it makes him cringe. when he'd come up with excuses like him being 'too strong' or 'too cool' to get cooties because he just couldn't admit he simply wanted you close. "yer anythin' but." you hear him mumble.

you walk up next to him with a somewhat shy smile "i'm flattered you think of me that way." you confess.

"don't let it get to your head." katsuki quips. you respond by sticking your tongue at him again. he tries to ignore the loud thumping of his heart but it's not going too smoothly for him. his cheeks slowly redden and he looks away from you again, not before shooting you an eyeroll.

"hope you know you owe me extra cuddle time for wastin' it talkin' to my ma." katsuki adds, changing the subject. you smile up at him in response and offer him a sweet 'mhm !'

his mom may have embarrassed the shit out of him, but he figures it wasn't all bad. he's still deadset on destroying that photo album before she ends up showing you that picture of him in the bath, though. he'll think about a plan later but right now he plans to enjoy his cuddle time with you, cootie free.

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