God fucking damnit.
Izuku is panting hard, trying to catch his breath quietly. Once he does, he strains his ears to listen to his surroundings.
He can't hear anything other than the sounds of insects.
His hand supporting his body weight slips in the mud slightly. He groans, wiping his hand on his pants. He scratches at the mud on his face and holds the straps of his backpack tightly.
The old man had wasted no time, not like Izuku expected him to, shooting at him right when the servant gave them both the go ahead.
A couple of bullets had almost grazed him, but he was fast enough to dodge them all and run in the opposite direction.
He can't say the same for his phone though, the poor device had taken a hit, destroyed. He threw it off of him while he ran.
He ran and ran until his legs felt numb and it hurt to even breath air into his lungs.
And now he's here, hiding behind a tree so that he can rest of a while.
He takes out a small pocket watch from his pocket that came in his backpack. It's only been twenty minutes.
He leans onto the tree more, looking up.
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Katsuki has been blowing up Izuku's phone for twenty minutes straight. He didn't show up to dinner at all, and when Katsuki went to see if the green haired nerd was in his room, he only saw fizz.
The little black kitten meows loudly at him when Katsuki's face drops in disappointment.
"Meow!" (Damn, you don't have to be so rude about it!)
Katsuki grumbles and plops down onto the bed, the little kitten climbing onto his chest.
"Sorry, I'm happy to see you, you little bastard. Do you know where your dad is? Huh?"
Fizz looks up at him with his bright blue eyes and yawns, his sharp little teeth shining. Katsuki sighs, closing his eyes.
"I guess that's a no. Hes not answering his phone either..."
His phone dings next to him and he opens it.
Himiko: Twice said that no one is allowed in inkos garden until 10 hours are up. It's under some strict security :(
Himiko: BUT DONT WORRY OK?? IM SURE EVERYTHING IS OK
Followed by thousands of emojis that leave Katsuki blind. He shuts his phone off and puts it on the dresser, closing his eyes again. He feels fizz breathing against his chest, warm and small.
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He is glad he shoved food and snacks into his face in Tomuras room beforehand. He has to get moving before that asshole finds-
There is the sound of another gunshot close by.
Too close.
Izuku stands up, his red shoes sinking into the mud. Then some raindrops hit his face and he dies inside. He hikes his backpack higher and gets moving again, making sure to be as quiet as possible.
He can't keep running like this, or else he will be too tired to fight back if the old man catches him. He needs a plan.
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RomantikMy name is Katsuki Bakugou. I'm in love with a boy. Hes popular, smart, kind, and sweet. He is absolutely perfect. But the problem is, I'm a boy. I want nothing more than to go up to him and tell him how i feel. I see him every day and he seems to n...
