drowning - bkdk

5. hoodie.

katsuki pov

'what the fuck is this nerd hiding? he isn't slick if he thinks he is. we're practically twins, i can read him like a fucking book.'

i stand up, making my way over to where deku is sitting, with his friends.

"oi, deku. come." i grumble. he looks around nervously at his friends before standing up. i walk into the hallway, deku trailing behind me. i turn around, pinning him to the wall. he stands with his back to the wall while i'm in front of him. (👀)

i sigh, "so, nerd. you gonna tell me what's with you?" deku shrinks in size.

"ah- it's nothing really- just tired from..training! with al-all might!!" deku stammers.

"you think i'm fucking stupid?" i yell, shoving my hands on either side of the wall, trapping his head between them.

"ka-kacchan.." izuku whispers.

"tch. i'm done with this fucking sleepover shit. we're going back to my dorm for the night. don't think you can get out of it."

'he will tell me what's going on. he always has.' i think, dragging izuku into the kitchen.

"WERE LEAVING EXTRAS." i yell, letting go of deku's hand.

"why?! please stay! we basically just got here! it's only been an hour!!" shitty face pleades.

"STAY OUT OUR FUCKING BUSINESS." i scream. i grab deku's wrist and storm out.

he starts whimpering quietly. "please-stop kacchan..stop..ah-" i let go of his wrist.

'what the fuck?'

"what's wrong with your fucking wrist, haah?" i will get to the bottom of whatever the hell shitty deku is hiding.

deku stiffens. "i hurt it during- training! yeah! it really hurt-!"

'are you serious right know? you're a shitty liar deku. everybody knows that. especially me.'

"tch. whatever." i go along, pretending to believe his shitty lie. i snatch his hand and start walking to get our bags form the front door.

...

no one's pov

as soon as they get back to the dorms, katsuki drags izuku up to his room. katsuki starts opening drawers and dumping the clothes he brought in them. he would normally fold them perfectly before organizing them, but he was in a rush to find out whatever the fuck izuku was hiding.

"you have your stuff in your bag, right?" katsuki asks, glancing at izuku.

"ye-yeah!" izuku replies, holding up his bag.

"okay then go fucking shower?" katsuki states, waving his hands at izuku to go. (they have bathrooms in their dorm rooms.)

izuku scurries off, heading towards katsuki's bathroom.

izuku pov

as soon as i get to kacchan's bathroom i lock the door, throw my bag on the ground, and slide down the wall. 'urghh. he's suspicious of me. this isn't good. at fucking all.'

i get the temptation to drag a blade across my skin. i grab my phone, taking off my case with to reveal 3 shiny new blades. i grab one and without even thinking, roll up my sleeve, and swipe.

a few minutes later i hear kacchan at the door. "oi! deku. what the fuck is taking so long to turn the fucking water on and take a fucking shower?"

i flinch and look at the blood pouring out of my arm. i throw the blade in his trash can and throw some paper towels on the ground and my arm, trying to absorb the blood. "ah..nothing kacchan! i was just looking for something in my bag!" i run to turn the water to the shower on, feeling the wet paper towel start to melt into my skin. while the water is warming up, i clean the floor, throwing all the paper towels in the trashcan. throwing my clothes off, i step into the shower, immediately wincing at the hot water on my fresh cuts.