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Chapter 3: Fuck Corsets

A/N//: Alright guys. The amount of times Katsuki says 'fuck' in this chapter is probably an all-time high for the fic thusfar. Just thought you oughta know. I can run statistics at the end hahaa.

See those endnotes if you're interested.

Katsuki

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Katsuki's chest was heaving. His heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't fucking breathe in this damn corset, but he couldn't stop. He needed to find Kirishima. Fuck. There was another dead woman in an alley, and he couldn't fucking do anything! He was under fucking cover and he couldn't come out after only a few hours. No matter how ridiculous he felt in this damn outfit, he couldn't blow his cover. Too much was staking in his ability to find the Ripper.

The heeled shoes Camie had stuck on him made his feet ache. They were loud, too, as they slammed against the cobbles. Fuck. He was drawing attention to himself which was another thing he did not want to do. Fuck fuck fuck! He was ready to rip these damn things off as he'd nearly twisted an ankle twice now, but running around on the harsh cobbles in his stockinged feet didn't sound ideal, either.

Fuck!

For a Saturday evening, the streets were overwhelmingly packed. He could hardly get past all of the people who were out drinking and having the most merry fucking times of their shitty lives. He couldn't even yell at them to get the fuck out of his way. If he did, he'd surely turn heads. His voice wasn't exactly feminine. Yelling at them to scream would just destroy his cover.

Fucking FUCK!

Katsuki shoved past a group of men that piled out of a local tavern. They were laughing racously, and they stank of fucking beer. Just as he was finally clearing them, one reached out and snatched Katsuki's arm. He was jerked to a stop due to the suddenness of his hold. Katsuki turned to glare at the guy who had his arm, and he was immediately met with fucking alcohol breath. He damn near gagged, but he managed to hold it in and replace it with a withering glare.

"Whata pre'y little night flow'r," he slurred.

The others around his let out more laughs. Katsuki's glare only deepened. Fuck. If he could tell these bastards off. He wasn't a damn flower. He wasn't a fucking woman, and it was becoming pretty damn clear to him just how some of these men saw women. That shit would have to change. But he didn't have time for that now. He didn't have time for any of those bastards. He snatched his arm away from the one and took a step back.

"She looks mighty pissed with you," one of the others said.

Katsuki didn't say a word even though they were fucking right. He didn't like these motherfuckers. They needed to leave him the fuck alone. He backed away again. Fuck. If he was in street clothes, he would have laid their asses upon the ground already. But he needed to act like a motherfucking lady. Fucking stupid as shit.

"Why don't you let us give you a good time, huh?" the first man with the piss breath said.

But Katsuki was already trying to turn and go before the words were out of his mouth. Unfortunately for him, he turned right into the body of one of the other men. Fuck. They grabbed hold of him by his upper arms, but Katsuki was able to counteract it. He pushed away the man's arms before shoving his knee right in his fucking nuts. A low groan of pain was emitted by the man, but Katsuki didn't stick around long enough to see him react any further. He was sprinting away from the group. He heard angry shouts behind him as the other men went to chase after him.

Fuck. His. Goddamn. Life.

He didn't even know where the fuck he was at this point. The Red-Light District was not a place he usually came. For fuck's sake. If he did come here, it's because he wanted a quick fuck and then he got the fuck out. Not for this shit. Fuck. Yagi was going to owe him big time for this bullshit!