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Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia

March 2018

Coachella Valley After Dark (by drxgonfly)

what he wants, he gets 🐥

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“You goddamn idiot,” Mina hisses, bursting into his bedroom like a vengeful goddess. “What were you even thinking?! I’d warned you when this started that you should have left this to the professional! I get that you’re childhood friends and that Izuku-chan means a lot to you but he’s not your responsibility. You don’t have to take this on all by yourself!” She marches over to him with a scowl on her face and glares down at him hard enough that he can feel her anger to his bones.

“Fuck. Can we not do this right now?” Katsuki mumbles under his breath as he drags a hand down his face. His body feels unusually sluggish and sore like he had been dragged through a beating. A series of beating. “What time is it even?” He tries to get up from the floor but the second he got his legs under him, he’s yank back down again with the full force of a handcuff anchoring him to one of the metal bedposts.

With his right wrist chaffed and aching in pain, he squints in muddle clarity at the cuff wrapped around it. The bedpost has scratches all over it, showing a clear sign of struggle from earlier but his memory of last night is still fuzzy and continues to lapse in and out. He only remembers the feeling of fire wracking through his body as he burns asunder and flashes of Izuku screaming his name on the other side of the door.

“K-Kacchan, Kacchan, please—!”

Katsuki winces as his head pounds and uneasiness stirs in the pit of his stomach. Jerking his head up, he looks sharply at Mina’s annoyed face. “Where’s Deku?!” he demands.

Mina’s own glare didn’t relent. “He’s at the heat clinic with Eijirou after we had talked him down from a panic attack.” She pauses, making a face. “He wouldn’t stop asking for you. You completely got that kid wrapped around your finger,” she says, and there’s a deep weariness in those words.  

Katsuki lets the information sink in: the fire within him, the scream on the other side of the door, the cuff and the bedpost, and Izuku far out of his reach. “Fuck,” he curses, pulling at the cuff as he tries to break free from it because clearly, Mina isn’t going to do it for him.

“Don’t even. That’s a quirk suppression cuff you got on,” Mina says with narrow eyes.

He had prepared everything in cases like this. He’d track Izuku’s heat calendar, went as far as to alert the heat clinic in Izuku’s coming days, and even taken extra measure to reinforced Izuku’s bedroom and have things like a suppression cuff at hand to make sure Izuku and he are never in the same room when Izuku is in heat. He did everything he could to ensure that Izuku would never fear him and that he isn’t going to be another statistic.

But biology is so good at fucking people over.

Deflated, Katsuki lets his hand drop down to his lap. “Just tell me that Deku’s okay at least,” he says, almost begging. Tell me I didn’t do anything that I would come to regret, he didn’t say but Mina must have heard it anyway because the strain on her shoulders relax and she offers up a small smile.

“He’s fine,” she says, and it’s the only comfort he can get from this fucked up ordeal. “You didn’t even touch him. Izuku said you got yourself locked up in your room as soon he smell his heat and managed to call us before you lost yourself in his pheromones.”

That makes sense, he thinks resignedly. He would have separated them as soon as possible and put on the cuff to ensure that he wouldn’t do anything drastic to answer Izuku’s alluring song from the other side. And the call, he must have made it before the pheromones had completely taken over him.

What a shitstorm.

“You know, I love Izuku-chan. He’s a good and sweet kid but you,” Mina looks at Katsuki pointedly but with a warmth that carries a lot of weight, “you’re like my brother and I don’t want you to see struggle like this because of him,” she says, sighing heavily. “Seriously, what in your right mind makes you think it was wise to take in an unmated omega kid?!” She shakes her head tiredly.

“None of your fucking business,” Katsuki says reflexively.

Silence.

Mina’s lips thin and she bites down on her lip before letting out another pointed sigh. “You know we can take Izuku in for a few days. Weeks even if we have to. I think you guys need some time and space apart,” she says, quiet and severe.

Katsuki’s eyes snap to her as anger so swift and hot seizes him. With a growl he struggles to his feet as he raises his cuffed right hand up to reach for her, the metal bedpost creaking under the force of his fury. “No, I won’t let you!” he yells, the words that are coming out of him doesn’t even sound like a human. “You take him from me over my dead fucking body!”

Mina’s eyes widen sharply at the sight of him. “You’re bonded with him, aren’t you?”

And just like that, it’s like he’s dunk under icy cold water and the fire drowns out. Katsuki collapses back to the floor and rolls his head back against the bed. He looks down at his lap.

He hears the shuffles of Mina’s heels as she drops down beside him. “Oh Katsuki, that boy is going to ruin you,” she says quietly, pulling him close to her.