Worthy | Shinsou x Bakugo 18+ |

Chapter 2

Something feels.....odd.

Is this sleep paralysis?

No..

What the fuck–

Hitoshi's eyes flutter open and he was greeted by his bedroom ceiling. His eyes cast down to the lump on his chest being Astrea, curled up in a ball, sleeping peacefully.

"Astrea." Hitoshi called to his feline. He knew she'd heard him, her ears twitched at her name being called, but she refused to move. "Come on, I have to get up pretty girl."

Again, her ears twitched. Letting out a breath, Hitoshi hoisted her up, gaining a few protested meows.

"Yeah yeah, well I have to piss, so deal with it." Hitoshi says, setting her next to him on the bed as he sat up. He yawns, pushing himself to his feet and stretching. Then, headed to the bathroom for his start of the day routine. He made himself a cup of coffee– or two, before making sure Astrea had food and water and that her litterbox was clean before he went around straightening up his apartment from the last time he'd left for weeks on end. Satisfied with the progress, he began his at home workout regime.

He'd been at it for a few hours before he showered and threw on some sweats. He flopped on the couch, a mass of files and paperwork on his coffee table that he know he needed to go through, but flicked on the television again. He sat cross-legged in his couch when Astrea came and curled into his lap her head resting on his thigh. He picked his phone from the pocket of his sweats, seeing he had a text from an unknown number, realizing it was the waitress from last night.

"Fuckin Denks." He mumbles, scrolling past it. He seen another text from his dad and mentor, Aizawa asking him about one of the files Hitoshi had sitting on his table. "Fuck, better get on that before he gets annoyed and show up here."

He blew out a breath, pusing his disheveled hair out his face before reaching over and plucking the file from the mess on the table. He sat it on Astrea, who didn't even bother to move, too comfortable to move anyway. Hitoshi reached over once more, grabbing his reading glasses off the table before pushing them onto his face. God, he hated having to wear glasses. If he could he would choose not to but he's so fucked up he can't even stand to read size 12, Times New Roman font correctly without them and trust– he's tried. It ended in an almost two hour lecture from both his parents about how his health and eyesight was important. Which now that he thought about it was real hypocritical coming from his dad. The man was so sleep deprived he carried a sleeping bag to work on the daily basis.

Again, Hitoshi sighs, flipping through the paperwork and taking his own mental notes.

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"Hey Look it's Dynamight!" Katsuki visibly cringes upon hearing his hero name. He'd thought the hoodie and dark shades were enough of a disguise, but fuck his luck today, huh. "And he's with Red Riot!"

He groans internally, pushing his hood off because now his cover is blown when all he really wanted was to sneak into the bookstore while Kirishima shopped for more protein powder to go with his shakes in the small market just next door to the bookstore. Katsuki was never good with kids. It was always an awkward exchange of pictures and autographs and oh god that horrible 'stay out of trouble, listen to your parents, and get good grades' crap heros spill out all the fucking time. He removed his dark shades, tucking them into his hoodie and blinking a few times to adjust to the sunlight. To his right, on the inside of the sidewalk was Kirishima, hair pulled upwards into a messy bun, bandana tied around his head to prevent strays. A simple loose fitting white tank top and black ripped jeans. His infamous tiedye crocs on his feet. Katsuki hated those fucking crocs. He'd destory them if he could.