𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 ; SHINDEKU

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"You suck."

"I do not."

"Yeah-" He laughed. "You do."

"Whatever."

"Hey guys, I've gotta run to the store. I'll be back in about five." His mother smiled.

We were cleaning out his room, looking for things to pack and throw away.

"Katsuki?" I spoke, looking down at a box of miscellaneous objects, hiding under his bed frame.

The mattress that belonged on the frame was leaned against the wall.

"What?" He said, paying no attention towards me as I gazed at it.

I set the guitar next to me, on the floor, reaching through the metal frame, towards the beaten up box.

"What?" He repeated, his tone aggravated.

"What is this?" I muttered.

He jerked his head around, standing up, walking towards me.

I smiled.

"What the hell is this?" I laughed, finally pulling it from under the skeleton of a bed.

"Put that shit back." He ordered.

"I'm good."

"Dumbass! I said put it back." He hissed, reaching for the box.

"No." I said, rummaging through the contents.

He sighed, dramatically plopping down next to me, watching as the inevitable unfolded before him.

A small, softly placed, book hid under the random things thrown into the box.

I glanced up at him, seeing his eye it focused.

"What is that?" I pointed, leaned against the feeble cardboard.

"Shit." He groaned. "I don't know "

"Liar." I chuckled.

"It's just some old pictures and shit. Fuck if I know." He said, standing up, turning his back towards me. Rummaging through the rest of the dirty room.

I reached for the book, and picked it up.

Holding in my hands, it felt soft, like a photo album.

I opened it, feeling the pages slightly sticking to each other.

Gazing at the photos, seeing blurry outlines  of familiar people.

"Is this Mina?" I asked, outlining the photo with my finger, looking at the captured moment.

"Probably." He said, not even turning around.

"Look, it's Izuku." I said, motioning for him to come over and look at the photo.

He had his arm wrapped around his girlfriend, it had been a while since I had seen them, though, so their name didn't find it's way back into my head.

Smiling, eyes closed, they both looked so out of place.

"That stupid kid."

"He's older than you, isn't he?" I asked, gazing up at him.

"Don't care. C'mon, we've gotta get everything packed." He said, dismissing the photo.

I looked back through the pages, seeing a blur of people, parties and school.

"I miss highschool, damn." I muttered.

"I don't." He groaned, making his point more than known.

I sighed with a smile, closing the book, and slipping it back under the unnecessary amount of DVDs.

Neglecting to push the box back under the bed, I stood up, walking behind Katsuki.

"I'm hungry." I complained, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Go eat." He suggested.

"Come with me."

"No."

"Yes."

He scoffed.

"You're a brat."

"Mhm." I hummed.

“I wonder how they’re holding up.” I spoke into his shoulder, as he stared at the messy array of clothes on the dresser.

“It’d be stupid if they were still together.” He muttered. I scoffed.

“You’re so depressing.” I laughed.

“I’m serious.” My smile dropped. “Why?” I asked.

“They aren’t meant for each other in any kind of way. They’re both obviously not interested in each other.” He explained, walking from my hold, over to the box, formerly under the frame.

“There’s a picture in here, this book.” He held up the worn book, a distant look on his face.

“What is it of?” I asked, walking over to him.

“Deku.” He said. “The dumbass cheated on her.”

“Oh shit.””

He fumbled through the small book, blurry glimpses (that I saw) of people, smiles and dim lighting, mostly parties from high school, some from college and afterwards.

He slipped a photo out of the clear casing, and hastily closed the book, staring at the picture, aggravated.

“Look, this shit is so dumb.” He showed the picture to me.

The picture showed Izuku, that’s for sure, and then someone I didn’t expect to see, at all.

“When was this?” I asked, continuing to look at it.

“Graduation night.” He said. “She was with family, so she couldn’t come. That’s when this asshat did this.” He said, stretching his arms above his head, making a small noise as he stretched upwards.

“Does she know?”

“Fuck if I know, Eijiro.” He scoffed.

I gazed at the picture, seeing drunken graduates dancing in blurry captures around them, but if full focus, it was them.

“You were such an ass to him through high school.” I spoke softly, in Katsuki’s direction.

“I know that.” He said, his tone anything but proud.

“Why?” I asked.

“Not ready.” He said, crossing his arms and gazing out of the window.

“Okay.” I smiled, respecting his space. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Aw! You guys are so cute.” Katsuki’s mom startled us with her adoration, standing in the room’s doorway, holding a bag of groceries, or what looked like groceries, at least.

“Shut up, Mom.” He groaned.

“I got fruit, and some bags of chips for the two love-birds. Your father will be home soon, so you better get started on that dinner you promised him.” She laughed, setting the bag down, grabbing a pack of cigarettes out of the bag before then.

“I will.”

“Love you!” She shouted, now behind a wall.

He scoffed.

“She seems in a good mood.” I said.

“Don’t know why, Dad’s coming home.” He joked. “Shut up.” I laughed.

“No.” He said. “Let’s get this all packed before I never leave.” He sighed, his arms swinging dramatically beside him.

“Yes sir.”

“Don’t do that.”