Violet Eyes

Chapter 46

If you guys want something, just ask. The worst that can happen is I do the exact opposite :)

anyway, this filler chapter is brought to you by squishmellow98214 whining in my comments. 

The next morning I rode to school with Katsuki. There wasn't much of a debate, as soon as I saw he'd pulled his bike out for the first time in weeks, my mind was made up. He'd been riding to school in Eijirou's truck with Hitoshi and me, but goddamn did I miss that thing. 

We beat the other boys, obviously. Katsuki seemed content to wait on the bike for them, just flipping around to straddle it backward and face me. He was finding great joy in flipping the visor of his helmet (that he forced me to wear like always) down every time I tried to flip it up. I eventually gave up and just took it off. 

"You're dumb," I said with a huff, pushing the helmet into his chest while he chuckled. My actions were rough, but it just made him laugh more. 

"Whatever you say, angel." He hung the helmet on the handlebar of his bike, his carefree smile still on full display. I would never get over that smile and the fact I got to see it damn near every day. Smiles meant so much more when they came from people who rarely showed their happiness. 

"You hold too much power with that nickname." 

He quirked a brow at my admission, his smile taking on a teasing edge that had my stomach doing, yet another gymnastics routine. "Worried I'll abuse it?"

"Nah," I said, patting his shoulder. "You're too big of a softy to use it for anything other than forcing me to take care of myself." 

"Sure, angel." 

I started to fidget with my hands as a thought came to mind. We still had a minute or two before the other boys arrived, so now would be the best time to ask. "Hey, Kacchan?" 

"What is it?" he asked, his eyes scanning over me. "Why do you look so freaked out?" 

"It's nothing, really," I tried to assure, but it fell flat. I worried about everything. "You've just been... kinda quiet lately." 

"No the fuck I haven't," he said back immediately with a scoff. Okay, so quiet hadn't been the right word. 

"You know what I mean," I said, pushing his shoulder lightly in retaliation. "I meant with me, with us. You've been quiet." 

As of late, he'd taken a back seat to the relationship. He didn't go anywhere or start acting cold, but he wasn't nearly as present as usual. I didn't know what caused it, but it made me panic. Was it because of me? Had he finally realized I was too much to handle? Or was it because of Hitoshi? Was my relationship with the other boy putting a strain on ours? I had about a million fears of what caused the distance. 

He tilted his head ever so slightly as he mulled over his words. "I'm not... naturally gentle," he said in a low voice, choosing his words carefully. 

When he didn't seem to want to elaborate on that, I pushed. "I know, but what does that have to do with-" I cut myself off, his expression causing the words to die in my throat. He looked uncomfortable and almost... shy? 

"I just... I don't want to say the wrong thing and hurt you." 

The rumble of Eijirou's truck pulling into the spot next to us broke apart our conversation. I let out a small groan of annoyance before turning my attention back to the blond. "You're not going to hurt me because I know you, Katsuki. Well enough to decipher between genuine insults and your weird bully-flirting. Even if you did, I kind of deserve it," I admitted, gesturing to his arm where his newest scar, courtesy of me, was located. 

His face dropped at the reminder, his hand instinctually going to cover it. "Iz, I don't want to get even-" 

"I know," I cut him off quickly, seeing the little gears in his head turning at what I had said. "It was a joke, Kacchan." 

It wasn't, but he didn't need to know that. 

"Your jokes are fucked." 

"Uh oh," Eijirou's voice called as he rounded the truck and came into view, Hitoshi appearing from the passenger side. "Kats is scowling, what'd you do, Iz?" His voice was filled with humor as he looked between us. 

"Kacchan thinks my sense of humor is fucked," I said with a shrug, happily leaning into the kiss the redhead planted on my lips. 

"He's just now realizing this?" Hitoshi asked, sounding more tired than usual. How much sleep did he get last night? Any?

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the other boy, swinging one leg over the bike to stand. He held a hand out to me, which I gladly accepted. I wasn't the most graceful person getting off a motorcycle. I had almost fallen on my face many times, hence why the blond offered his help. 

I couldn't help but notice that Katsuki didn't elaborate on why he thought my sense of humor was fucked. I hadn't decided if that was a good thing or not. Had he really thought it was a harmless joke and brushed it off? Or did he see it for what it really was and decided to confront me about it later? I was on edge at the possibility of the latter. 

He instantly noticed (preceptive little shit), his red eyes narrowing as he gave me a once over. I was starting to sweat, thinking he'd just blurt it out. All three of them would be on my ass about giving myself grace or some shit. I didn't want to deal with it. 

Instead of saying anything, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and started toward the school. I thought I had escaped a confrontation, but I was wrong (of course). 

"We're talking about that later," he said in a low voice, just loud enough for me to hear. 

I sighed, leaning into him. "Yeah, I know." 

Yeah, I don't really know what this chapter is. I abandoned it like three different times because I just could not figure out what the fuck to write. I think it's the shortest one in this entire fic, but it was genuinely just supposed to be filler so I'm not upset about it.