"What the fuck were you thinking, stupid Deku?" Katsuki trudged beside Deku, snow up to their booted ankles, Katsuki's special gloves squeaking as he clenched his fists around his backpack straps. "Are you actually braindead? Who the hell needs to know about that crap but us?"
Deku scrunched his face up in that insolent look he always got around Katsuki.
"Todoroki is one of my best friends," Deku said, the whiny bastard. "And forgive me if I'm a little happy right now and want to share it with someone."
Katsuki bristled against warm little thump in his chest.
"Don't make me puke."
"What's wrong with it? He'll acclimate, once he gets his head around the idea."
"It's not something for him to know," Katsuki said between clenched teeth as a sharp spray of wind and snow cut at their faces.
Noting the main portion of the students and teachers had traveled further and further away from them, Katsuki let his guard down a fraction. Their group was barely in sight now. No one would be able to hear them now.
"Or anyone," Katsuki said, throwing a blazing look of accusation toward a stubbornly silent Deku. "There's nothing to tell, for fuck's sake!"
"Nothing to tell about the past nine months?" Deku said, glancing over with a superior look Katsuki would love to blast right off of his face.
"You can't just go around spouting bullshit whenever your pansy ass fuckin' feels like it."
Deku stopped dead and turned to face Katsuki, his shoulders and feet squared, eyes an unwavering, deep forest of emotions Katsuki just didn't get.
"You might have been the leader for half of my life, Kacchan, but that doesn't fly anymore. I can talk to who I want."
"I don't care who you fuckin' talk to, you numskull!" Kacchan screeched in frustration, whirling around, his hands flying as he raved. "I don't care! Why would I care? What I care about is that this ain't your business, you dumbfuck. It's our business, and my business, and you don't just get to go opening your gigantic, cock-suckin' mouth whenever you catch a fuckin' feel!"
Deku gaped. Recovering quickly, he gritted his teeth in his own snarl that only seemed reserved for villains and Kacchan over the years.
"My friends are my friends and I'll confide to them when I please, Kacchan. If you've got a problem with that, you can suck my di-"
"What do you have to confide?" Kacchan said with a harsh laugh, dragging his feet through the thick, wet snow, stopping only to shove his nose in Deku's face and jam a finger hard against his chest. "We're fucking. Big whoop. Half the class is probably boning each other, but you don't hear about it, do you? Because some of them actually have brains. You? I don't know what you're problem is. Mister Feelings over here has to share with the entire class, like my dick is your show and tell toy!"
"I only told one person!"
"My business isn't yours to tell!" Katsuki said with a roar, pushing Deku with both hands and knocking him back into the snow, the backpack leaving Deku rolling like an awkward turtle.
With a grunt, Katsuki yanked Deku up by the collar, their gazes clashing like a wildfire coming up against a sturdy, defiant cliffside.
"It's just nice for someone to know we're together," Deku said quietly, his voice shaking despite his obstinate expression.
Katsuki blinked, startled. He released Deku, but didn't move, the white plumes of their heaving breath rising between them like smoke from a flame.
