I Will Always Love You

What The Fuck Are Biscuits?

The sound of voices woke Katsuki, reaching out he felt the empty bed. Patting the nightstand he found his phone, he clicked on the screen, it was after noon. Where the fuck was Deku? Sitting up, Bakugou turned on the light, his stomach rumbled loudly as his nose picked up the scent of food. Getting up he pulled on his clothes and opened the bedroom door. Kiri and Sero were sitting with a few of the babies, two huge carts of food next to them.

"Katsuki! Come eat, tons of food man," Kiri waved him over, pointing to a stack of plates. Nodding groggily, he yawned, grabbing a plate and piling food on top.

"Where's Deku?"

"He's in Shinso's room, he's on a call."

"By the way, where's Shinso?" Sero looked at the bedroom, "he always sleeps in his own bed," he gave Katsuki a worried look.

"He slept on the bus, he got hijacked by that asshole reporter from his past, got dosed with some drugs, so he stayed there with Ojiro to burn it off."

"What the fuck!?" Sero leapt to his feet, "are you shitting me!?"

"Sit down, it's over, at least for now," Katsuki sat down and started to eat.

"I gotta go see him, make sure he's okay," Sero started for the door.

"Oi, sit the fuck down, he's going to be balls to the wall hungover today, leave him be, he's gotta perform tonight."

"Oh shit," Sero turned, "you think he'll be able to?"

Shrugging Katsuki ate a piece of bacon, "he told me it happened a lot in the Wonder years, when the fucker gave him shit back then, so I imagine he can do it now."

The door to the bedroom opened quietly, Izuku came into the main room. "Hey Sero, are you leaving?"

"No, I was thinking of seeing Shinso, but Bakugou said he's probably hungover."

"Hungover?"

"He doesn't know?" Sero looked at Bakugou.

"He was asleep."

"Know what?" Izuku looked between Sero and Kacchan

"Shinso was drugged by a reporter," Kiri looked over his shoulder at their manager.

Izuku's mouth worked, opening and closing, finally air came out. "What!?!"

"Last night, some asshole drugged our Shinso," Sero stormed back to the couch. "I want to take that fucker down."

"Which reporter?"

"His name is Romero, he doesn't normally cover our band, he's more of a kid's scene reporter." Katsuki patted the spot next to him for the nerd to sit.

"Romero Fujimi!?!" Izuku sat down on the couch staring at him.

"Yeah, you know him?"

"He covered The Lollipops for a few magazines and web pages," Izuku shook his head. "He seemed so normal, he's a jerk sometimes but good with the kids, knows how to make them feel at ease." Hugging himself Izuku shivered, "you don't think he hurt any of them?"

"Well, he hurt Shinso, so I'm guessing he's not the only one."

"I have to report him," Izuku pulled out his phone.

"Talk to Freak first," Katsuki pushed down his phone. "I think Romero has something on him, he fucking admitted to having some photos of Shinso or something last night when we talked."

"You talked to him?" Pinky stared at his face. "Is that called talking?" she pointed to the bruise on his face. Katsuki shrugged.

"What happened Kacchan?" Izuku got on his knees to look at his face, the blonde turned away. Touching his face lightly, Izuku gave him a stern look. "Let me see," he inspected the faint bruise.