Overload

Notes:

Any who, here is chapter 3! Enjoy! (please forgive the plot holes, I am so tired. Also I didn't edit, like at all, so good luck with that.)

This is mostly sex.

Katsuki spent the rest of the day reviewing police records, witness reports, and victim statements on the case. He was unofficially in charge of catching Overload now, along with his new sidekick Dead Weight. Little was known about the woman aside from her physical appearance and what little Izuku had managed to tell police immediately after his attack. The explosive hero spent the next morning doing much of the same, trying to get a grasp on the case but the victims were completely random as best anyone could tell.

With a huff, Bakugou closed the file in front of him and rubbed at his tired eyes. It'd been a little over twenty-four hours since he'd jerked off in the convenience store bathroom to the sounds of Izuku's frenzied pleasure. With a frown he recognized the tinge of disappointment that he hadn't had another phone call from the other hero. Come to think of it--Katsuki looked back at the victim list. Nothing he'd read thus far indicated Izuku's methods of a prostate induced orgasm calming the effects of the quirk. Yet, it clearly worked. The nerd had said he got the knowledge from an interview with a victim so he must have talked to them himself. Plus, he was the only victim to also have Dead Weight involved.

"Guess I need to visit the nerd," he said to himself. With some hesitation he pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a quick test--'Need your address.'

Izuku answered the door with his usual smile, "Hi Kacchan!"

The normalcy of it made Katsuki blink in surprise before recovering with a, "Sup, nerd."

"Come in," Midoriya replied, opening the door wide and stepping aside, "would you like some tea?"

"Rather some coffee," Bakugou answered.

"I can do that," Izuku said, closing the door and then moving past Bakugou. The blond took in the apartment: modest, cozy, and only somewhat hero decorated. "Take a seat on the sofa, I'll just get this started," Izuku told him from the nearby kitchen area.

Doing as told, Katsuki seated himself, "You hear about Overhaul and Dead Weight?

"Cuff malfunction, right?" Izuku answered, "I feel bad for the officers, have you heard if they're alright?"

"Minor injuries from car wreck Dead Weight caused when she used her quirk on the driving officer. Other than that they're both fine. Overhaul was too busy escaping to put his hands on 'em," answered Bakugou.

"Wish I wasn't benched," Izuku complained, "but the agency wants me to give it at least a week to get the symptoms down to 'controllable levels'.

Katsuki considered his past two encounters with Izuku, "Will that be enough time?"

"Yes!" Midoriya answered, a slight pout to it, "The first day is the worst and each day after is supposed to get significantly easier. Another victim with a similar time line to mine said he was able to get the hang of his symptoms by day four."

"That why I didn't get a booty call today?" Katsuki asked, meaning to joke, but sounding more upset than intended.

Izuku was quiet a moment, observing his guest from across the bar that separated the living area from the kitchen. Then he smirked a little, "Did Kacchan want a booty call?"

"That's not what I said!"

"But it's what you meant, right?"

"Tch, as if."

"Oh," Izuku said, mischievously, "so you don't want to fuck me?"

If he'd ever been given coffee, Katsuki would have choked on it from Izuku's brazen statement. "I'm just here to see what notes you have on the case!"