The Art of Listening

Chapter 3 - Shitty Extras

Katsuki

"Oh! Do you remember that time when Baku lost that bet against Denki?" Pinky exclaimed, an unladylike wheeze escaping her as she fought down another fit of giggles. "And he had to kiss the first person that walked into the room?"

"Shut the fuck up, Pinky!"

"I was honestly surprised he lost. Baku never loses," Pikachu replied thoughtfully. Too fucking thoughtfully. Katsuki was going to sock him straight in the nose even though he wasn't the one to bring the story up. It didn't help the other blond's case as he was the closest one to Katsuki.

"Breathe another word, and I'll fuckin' murder all of you fuckin' extras!" Katsuki snarled.

"I'm honestly surprised he went through with it, considering who walked through the door!" Shitty Hair replied. "Sero was scarred for life, poor guy!"

The group roared with laughter.

And Katsuki...

Katsuki could literally feel the vein in his temple pulsing. All because of the fuckin' extras that had decided it was a great fuckin' idea to come hang out at his dorm. He'd just finished his first major competition of the year, and all he wanted to do was go out, party, and drink. These fuckin' extras had other plans, which consisted of piling onto his bed, drinking cheap beer, and telling each other the horror stories of the semester thus far. They could have been out at one of the many parties being thrown, but no. Fuckin' Pikachu wanted to drink safe because he hadn't been paid and couldn't afford an Uber home. Fuckin' tool.

He wasn't buying into this garbage. Because that's what it fuckin' was. It was garbage. He could have been out having the time of his goddamn life after a grueling week of midterms. But no. He was here. In his bed. With a bunch of loud fuckin' extras. If they hadn't brought the cheap beer, he would have kicked them out as soon as they showed up to his door. In hindsight, he probably should have just taken the beer and told them to get lost. He wished he had because the main topic of their conversations had shifted from their own horror stories to all of his most embarrassing moments in high school.

Particularly, his kiss with Soy-Sauce Face their junior year.

"Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair!" Katsuki roared at Kirishima. If Pinky and Pikachu weren't between them, he would be tearing that shitty red hair straight from his head. "I don't fuckin' back down when I lose a bet!"

"It was so manly!" Kirishima said, wonderstruck. "But Sero didn't deserve that injustice."

"Shitty Hair-" Katsuki growled.

"Honestly, we're lucky it was him. Anyone else, and Baku probably would have gotten the shit smacked out of him," Pinky said flippantly.

"What do you mean?" Pikachu asked. "He smacked the shit out of poor Sero!"

"Mother fucker shouldn't have walked through the goddamn door-"

"Oh, shut up Bakubabe," Pinky said with a wave of her hand.

"Can't be worse than-" Pikachu started

Katsuki felt his teeth grinding in his jaw as he made his best effort to shut these mother fuckers out. God, he was going to personally slaughter all of these extra and hide the bodies. They were just asking for it, especially as they launched into yet another one of his less than favorable incidents from high school.

They needed to have some goddamn respect. They were in his dorm. Spewing bullshit that he didn't need any of the rest of the extras at this fucking school know, especially his shitty nerd of a roommate.