Hostile Onigiri

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4/24 prompt of DKBK Weeks "Accidental Claim"

First prompt today 4/20 "Unplanned pregnancy" HERE WE GO...

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/70513846/chapters/196102011

“Hello. You’re Ka...” the woman hesitated, trying to figure out his real name. No wonder. Midoriya was always saying “Kacchan this, Kacchan that” in front of her and everyone else. And now Katsuki, a life-beaten man on the threshold of his thirties, didn’t look like “Kacchan” at all.

“Katsuki,” he introduced himself. “Hello, Ms. Midoriya.”

“How are you doing, Katsuki?” Behind her polite question, he caught the implied: “You’ve been gone for a while. Have you crawled here because my son almost died?”

“I’m okay,” Not really. “How is he?” Katsuki nodded towards the door.

Ms. Midoriya didn’t cry, which was probably a good sign. As far as Katsuki remembered, her eyes were always wet. Midoriya took after his mother.

“Better,” Ms. Midoriya managed a weak smile. “Izuku is recovering. Do you want to go see him?”

Katsuki hesitated. He didn’t want to go into Midoriya’s room. He was already convinced he wasn’t dead, why bother going there?

But saying “no” would have been impolite and illogical. Katsuki had come here of his own free will. Again. No one had pulled his arm or held a gun to his head. He had made his own decision and came.

“Izuku will be happy to see you,” Ms. Midoriya quietly remarked.

And here it was. The KO blow.

Midoriya wouldn’t have been happy to see him. Not after Katsuki had been bulling him throughout his first year in the academy, then fucking with him in his second year, then ignoring him after a bad breakup in his third. And after that they hadn’t seen each other for years, save for the few times Katsuki had bumped into Midoriya in the forensic lab after his return to Musutafu, and Midoriya hadn’t noticed. Which, come to think of it, was a stroke of luck for everyone. Midoriya probably hated Katsuki, and he had every right to. Katsuki would have hated himself, too.

But in Ms. Midoriya’s eyes Katsuki saw a silent plea: please, please, come see my son. The living have visitors, so I really want someone to visit him. Anyone. Even if it were you.

By the time he reached Midoriya’s door, Katsuki was completely wound up. Sparks were practically flying off him.

“Do you have someone else?” Katsuki blurted out from the doorway.

He didn’t have any specific plan, just an urge, and now it was demanding that he do something. Katsuki was having a terrible day. More than anything in the world he wanted to forget about it, just turn off the record. Even though he was endlessly going over the details in his head and trying to find new meanings in them, things were not moving forward. He needed to somehow start himself with a kick.

“What?” Midoriya blinked.

Apparently, he had just returned home and hadn’t yet had time to change his clothes. It was unlikely that he was not alone.

“Do you have someone else in your apartment?” Katsuki repeated more slowly and louder.

Judging by the expression on that stupid face, Midoriya was less and less able to understand what was required of him.

“No?” he half-asked.

When it all started – again, as if ten years of sadness had never happened – Midoriya literally cornered him with a conversation about what kind of relationship they had. Katsuki didn’t want this kind of conversations and didn’t intend to use the word “relationship” to describe the two of them, so he began maneuvering:

“We are friends.”

Yeah, friends. One friend sticks his dick in the other’s ass. Very friendly.

Midoriya must have thought the same thing. One of his eyebrows raised in silent question, the other slid down slightly and curved towards the bridge of his nose as a sign of how much absurd he considered what Katsuki had just said:

“Friends?”

Well, yes. Friends. Because Katsuki couldn’t think of anything better at that moment.

“With benefits,” he clarified.

“What kind of benefits?”

Katsuki felt like he was being interrogated. He could even imagine this scene somewhere in a parallel universe: there he was, sitting handcuffed to a table and grinning disgustingly, while Midoriya was circling around like a vulture, sure that he would crack Katsuki any minute.

What a pity this would never happen.

“My ass benefits from having your dick in it. Any more questions?”