Addicted to that Good Bone Hurting Juice™

        “Right!” And off he goes. Okay, so his ‘letting the doc know‘ was more shooting him a quick message, but hey, considering what they were getting up to, he figured it’d be alright.

         Just a hunt, nothing terrible, just a hunt. A nice, perfectly good hunt with his favorite person ever. Yeah! Fuck everybody else, Izuku was going to head on out with him. And he had to make sure Izuku had a good time! Have a good time, maybe share a meal, get the goods for the doc–yeah, no problem!

                                         This will be a good night.

          So after nabbing himself a quick mask–just the face kind, he’ll steal a proper one from whoever they ran into first–and, after a bit of debatng, grabbing a black hoodie to go right with it, too. Quick, simple good enough that blood on it won’t be too obvious, so he and Izuku didn’t waste any more time dawdling here and maximize their time out-

           “Hm?” Eijiro idly tugged the strings of the hoodie as he came to a stop near the boy. “Oh, that’s okay! I think…maybe this’ll be okay!” At least until the blood starting soaking through, but oh well- “C’mon!” He reached out to–carefully–take Izuku’s hand. “The night’s young, and we got a lotta ground to cover!”

Izuku was more eager to take Ei’s hand. That was his safe person, after all, he wanted to hold onto him as they went! At first Izuku excitedly hopped a few steps ahead, but as they got further out he moved back and started clinging a little nervously to Ei’s arm.

“There’s more people than I thought...” he mumbled, tucking his face into hsi scarf to hide a little. He had long since stopped going crazy at the smell of blood, so it was more of an anxiety reaction than trying to hold himself back.

Izuku tried not to tense when he was called out. “…But I did?” he insisted. “That’s what I was told… that OFA reacts to my emotions.” 

He was highly aware of the fact that he was being evasive as hell. 

Even if he couldn’t hear what Kacchan said, Izuku could still feel his eyes on him. “…Kacchan? Is something wrong?” he pressed. 

          Oh, holy shit-

          “Dude, you’re RIGHT!” Okay, maybe…maybe he shouldn’t correct Izuku on that one bit just yet “And we…w-we totally got to do our part to thin out some numbers while we’re at it, too! Right?!” Maybe it was…pretty terrible to suggest that, but, hey…maybe the doctor could back off his ass, getting some sweet new cadavers to work with out of this. It–it was a total win-win! “Let’s get right on it! I-I’ll let the doc know we’re headin’ out!”

“Okay! I’ll get ready! Oh- And I’ll find you a scarf, it’s cold out tonight!” Izuku said, beaming and rushing off to get prepared. He had to get his good red shoes on, and find a good scarf for his friend! It would suck if he caught a cold.

... Then again, if Ei caught a cold, then Izuku could look after him and Ei would need him and maybe even thank him or praise him...

        “Right? RIGHT???” Well, okay, maybe this wasn’t as much an issue before he got roped into the League’s business, but since he’d gotten a bit too used to letting his self-control go- “Ahh, just thinkin’ of it’s seriously givin’ me cravings right about now…!”

A bit caught off guard by Kacchan suddenly pinning him down, Izuku let out a cute squeak but let it happen. His blush turned more genuine at the soft comment. “Th-thank you, Kacchan…” he stammered, offering his boyfriend a gentle smile. 

Given that Kacchan’s room was on the top floor, Izuku hadn’t exactly heard the first thud, but he did hear the explosions coming up from the stairwell. 

Perfect. He had Kacchan right where he wanted him.

Izuku bit back a laugh at the enthused kicking at the door. He placed his phone aside and leaned back on his arms, trying to look as natural as possible while spread over his boyfriend’s bed. 

“…Well…you told me I needed to wear something hot if I wanted your attention…” Izuku murmured as he glanced away. He was playing up his more flustered act for show, like he didn’t know that what he did would rile Kacchan up. “…S-so I wondered… what would Kacchan think if I wore nothing instead…?” 

“Tch- You damn nerd, you know exactly what I think of that,” he said, marching over and pinning Izuku to the bed. He wasn’t going to do anything (it was a bit early in the day for that), but he was going to admire him.

Katsuki gave his boyfriend a few more soothing rubs against his back even after they stopped counting. “…You feel any better?” he prodded softly. Obviously, he was still concerned. 

“I can carry you back to Endeavor’s Agency if you don’t think you can walk…” he then offered. 

“N-no, I- I’m okay,” Izuku muttered, his face just going more red. “... I’m really fine. I wasn’t- It wasn’t even a bad day, I don’t get why I’m... overreacting like this.”

Katsuki nearly yelped when Deku suddenly appeared and wrapped an arm around him. “What the fuck, Deku?!” he exclaimed. “You sca–!” 

He cut himself off abruptly and shoved at the nerd’s arm. He wasn’t gonna admit he was scared! Least of all, not to this bastard! “…It was pissing me off! I wasn’t scared though!” An absolute lie.  

Katsuki paled, bristling again at the cold breath. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he, once again, whirled around to try and find the culprit. Was it Hagakure? She was invisible, but why the fuck would she sneak into his room?! Maybe it was a prank? 

“Oi! Is that you, Ghost Face?” It was one of a few nicknames he’d given Hagakure. “How the hell did you get into my room?” 

Izuku couldn’t help laughing, then, re-appearing. “Kacchan! You have to specify if you mean me or Hagakure! I’m an actual ghost, after all.” He floated closer, putting an arm around his shoulders. “It’s my month, so I wanted to play a prank~!”

Denki grinned excitedly as he tapped Deku on the shoulder. "Deku Deku Deku! It's Kiri's birthday, let's arrange a party!"

[To Izu:] It’s not. Also think she’s having some depressive episode or some shit. She’s saying some shit I shouldn’t be hearing. 

[To: Izu] If she’s already at the stage of alcohol abuse, we need to tell him. We don’t know how to handle shit like this on our own. 

It was already that bad...? Yeah, that wasn’t something two teens could handle alone.