Unfinished Business

18. Frustration 💚

" I'm jealous of the people who get to see you everyday, for they have my whole world in their sights" ~ Unknown

Morning is sliding its way into a blonde Hero's bedroom.

It's early, the firey hero has to be at work soon, he knows he needs to get moving. He's sore, and tired, yesterday there was a pretty heavy villain attack and today he's feeling it.

He groans as he turns over onto his back, hands behind his head crimson eyes on the ceiling.

The sorness and exhaustion is not the only thing he's feeling.

Katsuki is frustrated.

Frustrated he has to train someone, frustrated that in the past few days it's one attack after the other, frustrated he's here and not home, but his biggest frustration lately is that he and Izuku seem to be having a horrible time getting anytime to talk.

It's either Katsuki being too busy, or Izuku being too busy, or technical shit like it was last night, as soon as the blonde had a minute to breathe he called his greenett from the top of a building in the city, but the call kept dropping nonstop, then when Izuku called him back later Katsuki pretty much fell asleep during it because he was beat, something he apologized for the minute he woke up in at least ten text, and tho Deku said it was fine the firey hero doesn't need to be in the same room with him to know it's fucking not fine, it so wasn't fine.

He knew those green eyes more than likely held tears of disappointment, not that he could blame him.

It's been two weeks now that Katsuki has been gone and for the last week getting quality time with his nerd had been hard for one reason or another and it's really starting to piss the firey hero off. He isn't upset with Izuku, but he is upset with everything that seems to be getting in the fucking way every time they try to get a minute.

They text yes, but there are times Katsuki can't even get a minute for that. Then there was two days ago when his phone actually broke during a villain attack and by the time that was fucking over he had to wait till the next day to get a new one. Once he had set it up he received at least fifty missed text and twelve calls from a very nervous greenett who assumed the worse and he just knows those fears of rejections and all those years of unanswered text and calls are dancing in a worried mind fifteen hours away.

And there's another issue, Katsuki Bakugo just plain old, sappy, simpy, clingy fucker misses that nerd so bad it actually physically hurts.

He rolls over and groans at himself for turning soft, tho there is only one on the face of this world that would ever get to see that side and he was calling that green eyed hero right now, yes it was super early and yes Deku might be sleeping but it's a risk the blonde wants to take not knowing what the day might bring.

He gets up with the phone held to his ear as he makes his way into the bathroom.

The blonde hero cocks a brow because this nerd isn't picking up and where the hell is he at five am?!

He leaves a message as he grabs his toothbrush.

" Oi Deku, where the hell are you at ?! Its five am?! You better not be fucking back at work yet Izuku or I'm gonna be pissed, your shoulder isn't ready yet. I just wanted to call before my shift so maybe we could get a few fucking minutes of us time."

There was a pause as he leaned back against the cold tile wall feeling it sting the large cuts and scrapes on his bare back from the nonstop combat he's been in lately.

He closes crimson eyes putting his head back speaking.

His voice is soft, gentel, longing and even he is a bit surprised by it.