𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ||𝐊.𝐁 & 𝐈.𝐌||

IX: I'll Kill You

IX: I'll Kill You

Third POV

It was 9 am and Izuku and Katsuki hadn't left their bedroom since the moment they arrived. At this point, word had managed to spread through the grapevine and every single mafia member knew what happened.

Not the specifics, however, just that someone in the Katsuki clan was caught in the bedroom of a Shiketsu member; the A unit worked to great lengths to keep Izuku's name out of their mouths.

For the boy's sake and Katsuki's sanity.

Inside the presidential suite, Izuku's cheeks were flushed, light and quick breaths left his mouth and his eyes were half-lidded, not a single coherent word had left his mouth after Katsuki had ripped off his clothing.

He was quite literally fucked till unconscious, and even though Katsuki held back he didn't feel satisfied. No, a burning rage swelled inside him at the thought of Izuku being with another man.

The glimpse he caught at the wine glasses and empty bottle on the table and Izuku's original clothing on the floor infuriated him; even while his little revenge was in the making he could still smell the faint scent of Seiji.

Oh well, Today was the last day of the meeting anyways so when they got home he could finally confront Izuku and what the hell he was thinking.

There was a sudden knock at the door, finally pulling Katsuki's attention from the phthalo green-haired boy, the person being Kirishima, who came to inform him that the final meeting was being put underway.

"Fine, get Asui and Uraraka here; tell them that he's not to leave the room till I come back," Katsuki ordered, his tone being a lot more stern than usual. But of course, Kirishima couldn't and wouldn't blame him.

He knew how Katsuki felt underneath that hard demeanor. Understanding what this entire situation felt for the blond, "Yes sir." he nodded, gesturing for Katsuki to get into the elevator across the hall.

Katsuki didn't even bother to take another look at the sleeping boy, he just left and that was that.

. . .

Downstairs in the conference room, the meeting was mere minutes away from starting; most clan heads were beginning to take their seats while others waited out until it was time.

Katsuki arrived with Yaoyorozu, Iida, and Todoroki, their goal was just to get this meeting over with and they could relax until 8 pm when their plane would be able to take them back home.

Katsuki leaned against the wall, pressed in thought, his eyes watching everyone else enjoy themselves until tonight.

He then turned to his left, noticing Seiji was staring at him if he had something else to say and quite frankly Katsuki didn't want to hear, and Seiji should save what he wanted to discuss to someone who gave a fuck.

Oh well.

The purple-haired man approached Katsuki regardless, nobody really looking their way until a conversation finally sparked.

"My pride is in current shambles for Shiketsu..." He started, "I've made our clan look bad based on my actions."

Oh please, spare Katsuki this talk about pride.

"Get out of my face now before I do something I won't regret," Katsuki grunted frustratedly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, gripping his gun handle tightly.

It only took one shot to shut him up for good but that'd be a waste of a bullet.

Slowly all eyes formed on them, Seiji continued despite the threat Katsuki had made, in hopes it'd make him feel better, "Nothing really happened that night between us."

Katsuki's eye twinged, a burst of a flame spawned beneath his eyes,  "If honor was such a big thing for the Shiketsu people then what the hell was Seiji spewing with this 'nothing really' crap?"

He stopped leaning on the wall, turning to face Seiji, as his fist collided with the man's face, finally alarming everyone in the room.

He punched again, and again and again.

After the first two punches, everyone quickly rand to join either man's side, guns drawn, Katsuki pulling Seiji close and whispering,

"Wine glasses and Izuku's original clothing in a pile on the floor? You expect me to believe that nonsense was nothing?"

The now bloodied man nodded, not expecting to be beaten up by Katsuki himself, "I know, I know it's hard to believe but Izuku was so nice and so trusting I had to ask, what the hell was he doing with someone like you..."

What the hell? Was Seiji trying to die at this very moment? He continued, the feeling of a crowd making his body itch with contentment, "Izuku was upset, and came to me for comfort; at that very moment he'd almost completely forgotten that you'd exist."

What he said was barely more than a whisper, but he could shout it across the room and it wouldn't have made a difference.

The punches began, this time it was harder than earlier, blood now gushing from Seiji's nose, "You infuriate me, but a moment like this makes me want to shoot you in your damn head."

No one dared to intervene, if it was mafia head to mafia head then they would but because Seiji wasn't and Katsuki was this situation was taken as a simple reprimand.

When Katsuki finally let go, Seiji's now unconscious body dropped to the floor; his splattered blood decorated the blond's cheek, his knuckles were white but had red decorum.

Katsuki sucked in a breath, telling Todoroki he'd be going to the bathroom and start the meeting without him.

And that's all Todoroki could do.

A pair of auburn-colored eyes stared ahead at her subordinate who laid on the beaten up, The head of her mafia approached him to see if he need help and or scold him for his actions.

letting out a tsk, and gripping her arms tightly- "He says jump, and everyone else asks how fucking high." The pensive look in her eyes remained unchanged as she entered the conference room.