✍︎𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐✍︎ (ᴀ Bᴀᴋᴜᴅᴇᴋᴜ Sᴛᴏʀʏ)

✍︎Preparing and Suffering✍︎

A/N: You get an early update! You get an early update! Everyone gets an early update!

"For the last time, Deku, it's twelve midnight. I. Want. To. Sleep."

"But how will your conscience live knowing that you have killed the life of another?"

"The same way it has lived after all the other twenty I've killed."

"Twenty?? You've killed twenty?? How can you even stay in the same room as me..y-you mass murderer!"

"Jesus Christ, Deku, how are you so worked up over the death of a fucking fly??"

"He wasn't just any fly, Kacchan. He had a family, a loving wife, three kids and a mother who was hoping her son would bring home some good food."

"Not you creating a whole back story for a fly."

"Kacchan, we need to prepare a funeral for him. He needs to be buried respectfully."

"And what are we going to bury exactly? His fly guts on a rolled up newspaper that I had disposed of moments ago?"

"You threw his remains into the trash???"

"Deku, I'm going to bed. You should too. You're clearly sleep deprived."

"But, Kacchan."

"Goodnight, Deku."

"......."

"........"

"........"

"Meanie."

"I love you too."

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"Monoma, baby, sweetums. This isn't working out."Izuku sighed, tucking the retractable baton he borrowed from Todoroki under his armpit. The big finale was tomorrow, and yet, he wasn't even close to learning half of them. His body was made for hero work, not unnecessarily moving his hips, hitting each move perfectly and still slaying it all at the same time. In other words, he didn't have the body of a dancer. "You're supposed to, no matter how fast the song changes, switch up the dance moves. But you're failing woefully. I can't even. My eyes, they cry for you."

"No shit."Monoma, who had collapsed on the floor the moment 'everytime the beat drop' started playing, said in a pool of his own sweat, body sprawled out in a starfish pose. "I'm not insane like you. I don't move at the speed of light. Geez. I need a break. My muscles ache."

"Ayy, Neito rhymed."Shinso cheered, and though, his body was literally screaming at him, he managed to playfully roll his eyes at the insomniac, cracking a smile.

Izuku drew his lips into a thin line, and briefly glanced at Katsuki, and for that short time, an entire conversation happened between the two, a conversation that left Katsuki shaking his head and Izuku giving him the baby doll eyes accompanied by the quivering lip.

"Kat-"

"No-"

"But-"

"I said no-"

"Baby-"

"Don't try to sweet talk me-."

"Can someone kindly tell me what the frick frack diddily dack patty wack snick snack crack pack slack mack quarterback crackerjack biofeedback backtrack thumbtack sidetrack tic-tac is going on?!"Monoma exclaimed, rudely interrupting Katsuki.

Izuku shifted his eyes to the blond who awaited an answer and who looked about ready to drop kick him in the face if he didn't give him one. He may be exhausted, but frustration dominates exhaustion, and trust him, he had a butt load of it. But, doing that was a sure way of guaranteeing immediate death since he knew broccoli boy would fold his ass easily.