The soft knock at the door around one in the morning did nothing to wake Katsuki up because he was already fucking awake with the dull pain that radiated from his arms, both bandaged from elbows to hands. If he ever ran into that fucking villain with the avalanche Quirk again, he would literally rip the bastard's balls off and shove them in each eye socket. Sure, the fractures were healed, but it would be a couple of days before his constitution had him back at one-hundred percent.
Since he couldn't use his hands, every fucker in the dorm was trying to help him out with daily activities. As if he fucking needed them! What a goddamn laugh.
Katsuki would eat his meals, face down in his plate like a dog before he let a single one of those ingrates feed him. He'd bite their hand off at the wrist if they even tried.
"THE FUCK?" Katsuki bellowed from where he was sat up in bed, barely watching the action film on television. He refused to open the door to yet another burdensome classmate. "I will literally burn the hair off your scalp if you don't back the fuck up off my door within ten damn seconds!"
There was a long moment of silence. Katsuki nestled back against the pile of pillows up his back and behind his neck, his face twisted in a scowl as he glared at the movie once more.
When the doorknob began to turn, Katsuki shot up straight, teeth bared in a snarl and –
Deku peeked around the edge of the door, his scarred hand holding the edge. His eyes flicked around the room once, taking in his surroundings as they ever did, then settled on Katsuki.
"It's just me," he said, voice muffled, still hidden behind the door.
"My arms don't work, not my fuckin' eyes, dipshit," Katsuki said, his eyes narrowed even as his blood began a gentle, anticipatory simmer beneath his skin. Deku only came to his room for one reason. "The fuck you want? Gonna stand in the doorway all night? Camp out? Pitch a tent? Build a fuckin' fire?"
Deku sent him an unamused look where there once would have been an anxiety and entered the room, locking the door behind him and leaning against the wood paneling for a moment, his hands behind his back. He chewed on his full bottom lip in a way that was infuriatingly distracting, his wide gaze unwavering from Katsuki's. No one could stare him down like Deku could. Annoying little shit.
"You scared me back there," Deku said, his voice hushed, as if frightened he'd wake the floor, when it was obviously Katsuki's roaring which would accomplish that, if anything. "When I saw you disappear under those rocks."
Katsuki's chest tightened, the corner of his mouth curling instinctively against the discomfort in his ribcage.
"Jeezus, don't be such a pussy about it. You're a hero, dumbass. Act like one."
Katsuki's gaze fell to where Deku now picked at the frayed hem of his t-shirt. His attention dropped a little lower as he wondered if Deku was wearing any underwear beneath those loose, flannel pajama pants.
"Heroes are supposed to worry about their teammates," Deku said, the iron backbone to his voice still giving Katsuki pause and rising irritation. "Are you really okay?"
Katsuki's eyebrows twitched involuntarily, his lips pulling back from his teeth, even as the constriction in his chest clamped around his lungs.
"I'm fine," he said, his jaw taut with the effort not to scream it.
Deku's sober expression remained fixed upon Katsuki from across the room, his large eyes searching for fuck knew what. Katsuki could never read that little asshole.
Then, as if he saw what he needed to see, Deku released a shaky breath and approached. Katsuki frowned, his brow furrowed when recognized that look of determination on Deku's face. Then the look was gone, because Deku was pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the ground as he reached the bed.
