Its all about the money ..or Is It ??

Chapter I

3rd person:

rinngg.. rinnngg.. riiinnggg..

while the phone rings a few feet away..

katsuki slowly opens his eyes from the sudden ringing of the house phone, and when he wakes he wonders how he ended up on his couch.

rinnggg.. riinggg..

"ughh.. wait damnit!" katsuki yells out. he slowly gets up from his couch, and rubs his throbbing head while walking to the phone. "damnit, it's probably those stupid fucking debt collectors again". he says out loud before picking the phone up.

as katsuki picked the phone up and held it close to his ear, he leaned against the wall and spoke..

"what the hell is it this time, you guys piss me off so bad I just-" he stopped as he heard the a small giggle from the person on the other line.

"woww kacchan, you're always so grumpy in the mornings". a male said, before giggling again.

once katsuki heard the familiar voice, he stops leaning against the wall. and stands in shock, wondering why HE called out of the blue. and so suddenly at that.

"hey kacchan, you still there?" the male questions from the other line.

"..yeah i'm here, what do you want deku?" katsuki asked with a sort of sad tone in his voice. too bad the male on the other line didn't notice.

"geez. you don't have to be so grumpy kacchan, all i want is for us to hangout". he says in a cheerful tone.

"..why?" katsuki asked in confusion and still sadness. "is it wrong to want to catch up with someone i used to go out with?" the other asked.

"tch.. give me a fucking break. YOU treated me like shit, and all you did was lead me on!" katsuki yells out.

(mostly because he's hurt by the way he was treated).

"come on puppy, let's put that behin-"  *click*

after katsuki hung up he walked back over to the island counter, so he could place the phone back where it was.

"eat shit bastard", he mumbles while walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

once done showering and finding some decent clothes to wear, katsuki heads back out to the living room and finds his phone face down on the floor.

"how the hell did that get there?"

"and how much did i drink last night?"

katsuki asked these questions out loud as he reached down to pick up his cell phone, and once he turned it over it was unfortunately cracked.

the crack was pretty bad but that's not what surprised katsuki, what surprised him was the 10 unread messages and 3 missed calls.

"who the hell was texting and calling me?"

"and why so many times?" katsuki asked as he reads the messages from the locked screen.