The Devil's Bond

6. Confusion

As Katsuki sits on his glass coffee table looking into a bag full of first aid supplies, for once in his existence the always overconfident, cunning, smart, sly, smooth-talking devil is absolutely fucking clueless.

He doesn't get hurt, has never given two fucks when anyone else was hurt, he has never hung around a mortal more than he had to so he's out of his element here, totally and completely.

If he was being honest he has no idea how to apply first aid or take care of anything like this but he had refused to let one of his demons do it. Part of him wonders why that is because he probably would have if it had been anyone else but this green-eyed bartender wasn't anyone else and he can admit that. Katsuki is a devil, possessiveness is normal for him, he doesn't share anything that's his, doesn't like to never has, never will. This.. this mortal was now his he thinks as he stares down into that bag full of supplies, possessiveness is going to be part of the territory when it comes to Izuku. But something churning inside him tells him he might take it to a whole new level with this one even more than he's used to.

The voice of a red-haired demon breaks his thoughts.

" Umm. I think you use that stuff in the brown bottle to clean it first, then you gotta dry it and put on that stuff in the white tube, then you gotta put on one of those white pad things to cover it, then wrap it in those bandages to keep the dirt out."

Crimson eyes snap to Kirishima narrowed with traces of danger in them.

"Are you trying to tell me what to fucking do? Don't forget the God damn order of things around here."

Kiri puts his hands up.

" Sorry boss, it's just you looked kinda unfamiliar with it so I thought I'd help."

Devil's eyes narrow further.

" Did I ask for your help?"

The demon shakes his head.

" Well no but.."

" But nothing! Stay out of it then!"

Emerald eyes shift back and forth between the two feeling uneasy over the tension. Izuku slowly reaches his hand out to take the bag from the blonde who's locked in bickering match..

" Um.. it's.. it's really ok. I .. I can do it myself."

Before his hand can reach the bag Katsuki snatches his wrist so quickly if you blinked you would have missed it.

" No. I said I will do it."

It's low and growled and there's some kind of demonic glow in those eyes. The pressure of Katsuki's large hand begins to mix with an intense heat that makes Izuku immediately try and retract his arm.

There's a hiss of whimpered distress from the pain.

The yellow-eyed demon speaks up cautiously.

" Boss. Take it easy. You're hurting him and I don't think you want to do that."

Crimson eyes snap to pain-filled emerald eyes that look fearful.

Katsuki looks down at his hand that's wrapped around a trembling wrist. He lets go immediately feeling a twist in his stomach. His gaze hits the floor and as it does demon Kirishima sees something he thought he never would in the devil's eyes, regret.

The room is silent as the blonde sighs looking away while he stands handing the bag to the redhead.

" Here, you better do this."

Izuku stares up at Katsuki feeling something ache in his chest along with the fear and confusion he feels. Crimson eyes meet emerald ones only briefly as the blonde puts his hands in his black sweatpant pockets and disappears down the hall to his room.