Plushies and Firearms

five

tw // torture , blood

The next day, he hardly had the time to blink and stretch his aching muscles before his phone was ringing from the pocket of his blazer.

There was an all too familiar pressure on his eyes, pushing into his skull as he attempted to blink away his exhaustion - it was a feeling he knew well, having gone through years of nights with a handful of hours of sleep and only energy drinks and coffee coursing through his veins and keeping him afloat.

This time, the muddiness of his mind was worth it - at the very least, he had a semblance of understanding of what was going on with Kacchan from the minuscule amount of research he had done the night before after tucking the boy into bed.

Although, he still wasn't too sure on the details of it all, nor did he know if this whole thing was sexual for him or not. But he couldn't deny the warmth that filled him at the thought of nurturing this behaviour, encouraging him in his endeavours and making sure he was safe and happy while doing so.

He had hoped to see if such a thing would be possible that very morning, but when Izuku answered his phone, he already knew there would be no time for them to talk.

Meetings were arranged, deals he had to make and business to take care of. Not to mention the pesky little rat that was locked up in a cage at a secure location - he had to pay for what he had done to his Kacchan.

He knew he couldn't postpone his departure; after all, he wasn't even supposed to stay the night at Kacchan's, he was supposed to go home after his short break at the bar.

His gaze trailed over to the door nearby, but he couldn't see anything through the small crack where he left it open - the blond was yet to stir from his room, and Izuku was happy for it. The boy must've been exhausted for so long. Izuku wasn't stupid, he could see the dark circles which Katsuki seemed to attempt to hide beneath makeup, but the exhaustion still shone through.

His baby worked far too hard.

If only he would allow Izuku to take care of him - then he could at least quit that stupid fucking job and spend his free time doing whatever it was he wished to do.

But he already knew Kacchan was stubborn.

That was alright, though. Izuku would find a way to take care of him, whether Kacchan wanted him to do so or not.

For now, he simply stood from the couch, groaning and raising his arms above his head as all his joints popped into place.

Shit.

He'd be feeling the ache for days.

Maybe he could get Katsuki a new couch too, he fucking needed one.

With a tired yawn, he pulled the harness with his guns back on, pushing his knives into the holsters he hid over his body before dragging his blazer over his shoulders.

He would have to shower when he came home.

A hand ran down his face, wiping away the haziness from his eyes before he made his trek over to the kitchen.

His men could wait a little while longer - Katsuki having breakfast prepared for him by the time he got up was far more important.

And so he opened the fridge and the cabinets, looking through whatever ingredients Katsuki had before deciding some soup would be simple enough - easy and quick, just what he needed.

As he chopped the vegetables and prepared the meal, he continued to throw glances towards the door - waiting to see that blond head of hair suddenly appear before him.