Dastardly Days of Deceit [BkDk]

Chapter Fourteen: Firsts For Everything*

TW: Alcohol, Marijuana usage, and sex

It was a few nights later, they hadn't left for much, just sometimes getting out. Katsuki went for a jog every now and then. But he was too nervous to most of the time. And after that grocery store scare, they were a little too scared to go out anywhere.

Izuku was a homebody. He was constantly writing his journey in his journal, and was etching small things. He enjoyed the calmness. It felt like a real Summer. Every now and then he would text Todoroki, but he overall just tried to distance himself from everyone.

He talked to Iida once too. It was an... interesting conversation. Iida was talking about how good of a job he was doing being the class representative, but that he was sorry he didn't make Katsuki and him feel safe enough on campus. It made Izuku cry. He couldn't explain why they left.He didn't quite understand it himself yet either. He just— left. That was all there was to it.

He talked to Ochaco once, but she was angry. She said she didn't want to talk to him ever again. She wouldn't expand on why she was angry, leaving Izuku to believe that it was either because he was with Katsuki or because they ran away.

Katsuki didn't talk to anyone. His phone was turned off. He was not touching it. He didn't know how Izuku could talk to any of those losers. Didn't that make it hurt worse? Even if it did, it wasn't like he could go back now. They were in this for the long haul. Whatever this was.
Izuku wasn't complaining though. He enjoyed it. It was fun, new. There were plenty of experiences for him to explore with the boy he had run away with.

Speaking of brand new.
Izuku wanted to go further down this toilet bowl of rebellion. He saw Katsuki's bag and noticed some more inappropriate things in there. He wanted to ask about them, but he wasn't sure how.

But one day, he got a little brave.

Izuku and Katsuki were laying on the bed together. Katsuki was drawing in his notebook he got back before Summer break. He liked drawing Izuku in different positions. Like right now, the boy was on his stomach, kicking his legs. It was cute. So Katsuki had to draw it. It was good anatomy practice.

But he was abruptly cut off from his drawing world as Izuku slammed his notebook closed. His eyes widened, looking up at the other boy. What the Hell? Was he asking for a fight? He was working really hard on that goddamn drawing and Izuku thought it would be funny to sabotage it? Rude! Katsuki was about to yell at him but the green-haired boy got his words out first.

"What's all of the stuff you have left in your bag, Kacchan?" The boy asked innocently, sitting in front of the blond.
Katsuki's eyes widened before they immediately narrowed, a scowl forming on his face. "Why? Why do you care? It's my stuff. My private stuff."

Izuku hummed, tilting his head. He didn't know why, but the other's anger made him laugh. So he laughed and laughed, Katsuki's eye twitched, crossing his arms.

"What is your problem? Why do you care about that stuff?"
"We should use it! Like tonight! Right now!"

Now it was Katsuki's turn to laugh. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, arms still crossed.
"You're an idiot. There's no way you want anything in there, I promise."
"I do! I really do! Just show me what's in there!"

Katsuki sat there for a second, scratching his chin. Fuck it. Why not. He wanted to use it anyways, and maybe doing it with Izuku will make him feel less lonely. Maybe it'll even feel better.

"If you want to, it's up to you. I'm not going to force you to do anything." Katsuki warned before he went to his backpack. He grabbed out a mason jar filled with weed, some paper that Izuku didn't recognize, and a flask sloshing with fluid when Katsuki grabbed it, tossing it onto the bed in front of the other.