𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜

♧︎︎︎𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 8♧︎︎︎

In all honesty, Izuku didn't know what he was expecting. People couldn't miraculously change under a span of twenty four hours. It just wasn't possible. So why did he think that Katsuki was going to at least be a little nice to him? He should've known that that was impossible.

The first word Katsuki uttered to the greenette, the next morning, was, "Move out of the fucking way, dipshit!"

And the funny thing was, Izuku wasn't standing in his path.

He scratched at his head, staring at the blond walking out of the inn, with his bag hanging off one shoulder.

Kirishima approached the greenette, stretching his arms above his head as he yawned.

"What's up, Midoriya?"Kirishima sleepily asked, dropping his hand to scratch at his exposed torso.

"I-I don't think I know anymore."Izuku said, more to himself.

Kirishima had the face of a lost puppy as he stared at him, the scratching noises coming to a stop.

"Huh. What do you mean?"

Realising that Kirishima had heard him, he softly sighed and shook his head. "It's nothing. Don't worry."

Kirishima gave him a doubtful look, but shrugged nevertheless and called after his blond bestfriend who was now stood beside the open carriage.

Izuku gripped the strap of his bag and stared at the blond for a second longer, before descending down the steps of the inn. He silently climbed into the carriage, seconds later, and sat down, his face turned towards the window.

Katsuki stared at Izuku with his arms over his chest, his red orbs burning holes into the side of his face. He unconsciously brought his thumb to his mouth and he clamped down on it with his teeth. Surely, he hadn't upset Izuku with what he did. He pursed his lips, snapping his eyes away from the greenette to softly glare at his legs.

Why did it matter if he had upset him or not? Izuku was a mere servant. Nothing more. Nothing less. He shouldn't care.

He shouldn't.

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If there was one word a person could use to describe the looks on Kirishima and Izuku's face, it would be amazement. Both the redhead and the greenette had their heads out of the window, gasping at every little thing they passed, while Katsuki sunk further into his seat, ducking his head in embarrassment.

They were at the village that would be ruled under him in a matter of months. The least they could do was compose themselves.

The village was decorated in an array of vibrant colours, ranging from yellow to blue to purple and so on. One could tell from the smiles, the excited chatter, and the music, that this was a very lively village. 

Kirishima retracted his head into the carriage, pointing at a stand as he turned to face Katsuki with big red pleading eyes.

"Can we buy tha-"

"No."

"But-"

"No, and that's final."

Kirishima's shoulders hunched in defeat, but he quickly bounced back as soon as he took sight of a group of people dancing on the road.

Katsuki sighed, his fingers curling around the hair that fell over his eyes. This place was way too cheerful for his liking. Everyone was smiling and having fun, and it just made the blond really really uncomfortable. It's hard to believe that someone from this village was kidnapped.