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Chapter 2: The Red-Light District

Katsuki

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"Kacchan! Get off of me! You're too heavy!" Izuku whined from beneath Katsuki as he shoved the greenette's face into the dirt.

The blond rolled his eyes, his grip on Izuku tightening. "How are you gonna be a detective if you can't even pin me, hah?! You're not gonna get any better if I just get off of you, Izuku!" he roared back. "Do you wanna get beat up all the damn time?"

"I'm not gonna get beat up all the time!"

"Then prove it!"

"I would if you would get off of me!" the smaller boy whined again.

A small groan escaped from a seven year-old Katsuki's chest. His head tipped back toward the sky and he just stared there for a moment. This idiot was gonna get his ass beat up if he didn't get stronger. He couldn't even get Katsuki off of him, and he wasn't holding him down that hard. He had one grubby hand pressed against Izuku's cheek and the other pressed into the center of his upper back all while he sat on him. It wasn't that difficult to get out of, but Izuku was really just weak.

"Try harder!" Katsuki ordered.

Izuku gave another weak shove off of the ground. "Kacchan, I can't!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes once more and pushed away from the smaller boy. "You need to get better."

"I'm trying."

"Not hard enough," Katsuki chastised.

Honestly, he wasn't being fair. They'd been at this for hours, rolling around in the dirt and pinning one another. Well... More like Katsuki repeatedly pinning Izuku. The other boy hadn't once gotten the upper hand on him. He'd gotten close a few times toward the beginning, but now that they were well worked and tired, Izuku just didn't seem to be putting up a fight. It seemed as though he'd given up.

"I am trying hard, Kacchan. I'm just not as good as you."

"You need to be as good as me if you wanna be my partner, Izu. I can't have you there if you're gonna get your lights punched out!" Katsuki grumbled. "I need you there to watch my back!"

"You want me to watch your back?" Izuku asked. He was practically glowing with excitement.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "No shit. What do you think partners do? Wipe each other's butts?"

"Right. Sorry, Kacchan," he said as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Look. I get it. You suck right now. But how about we make a deal?"

"A deal?" Izuku echoed.

"Yeah. More like a contract, really."

"What a contract?" Izuku asked, blinking a few times.

Katsuki groaned. "It's what adults write and sign to make deals legal and shit. Dad makes contracts all the time."

"So you wanna make a contract?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, Kacchan!" Izuku said.

That same bright smile was plastered onto his cheeks. He knew that idiot didn't have any idea what the hell he was doing. If Katsuki was a mean person, he could seriously take advantage of Izuku. But he wasn't.

Katsuki went over to the little rucksack he'd brought with him from home. He pulled out a small, leatherbound notebook and a fancy fountain pen. The notebook was new, a gift from his mother for good marks on his latest school work. Katsuki didn't have any plans for the notebook. He'd hardly had it in his possession for a day. Sticking a contract on the first page seemed a pretty decent start.