Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

7 - The Start Of A Problem

"Fuck off!"

"Aww, is little Katsuki going to cry?" Izuku heard Tenya ask from the safety of the laundry room where the door was tightly shut.

He prayed that he'd have one night, just one night, where he didn't have to put up with-

"I said fuck off!" Katsuki snapped as the laundry room door crashed open and the only man in the world that could possibly make his day worse, came storming in, carrying an overflowing basket of clothes and looking furious.

Chuckling, Tenya continued to walk past the laundry room door, seemingly oblivious to the panicked looks that Izuku was sending his way.

"See you bright and early tomorrow morning, Mr. Foreman!"

"I fucking hate that bastard," Katsuki muttered, focusing all of his attention on violently shoving the basket full of clothes into the only other washing machine in the room.

Deciding to take advantage of the fact that the jerk hadn't seemed to notice him yet, Izuku placed his empty basket on the dryer that he was planning on using once the washing machine was finished, and walked out of the room casually, hoping that he didn't draw Katsuki's attention.

When the man didn't say anything to make him want to bash his laundry basket upside his head, he walked down the hallway and let himself into his apartment.

He set the timer on his phone for thirty minutes and was just about to dig into some of the ice cream that he'd bought himself on the way home when the rolled up city trash bags that he'd also purchased at the gas station caught his eye.

It was trash night, which meant that his date with his ice cream was going to have to wait a little while, unfortunately.

Then again, he could always do it later...

No, no he couldn't, he thought, knowing that the longer he put off taking the trash out front, the more likely that he was going to put it off until tomorrow morning and then forget to do it all together.

Since his two assigned trashcans were surprisingly filled this week, he didn't have much of a choice. If he didn't get the trash out tonight, then he'd have to wait until next week to get rid of it. He'd also have to put his trash from this week in front of his barrels.

That would lead to getting hit with a warning for breaking one of his lease agreements and risking his bags being ripped into by animals, which he would be responsible for cleaning or risk another warning.

Since he doubted that he'd be able to find an apartment this nice for so cheap, three hundred yen cheaper now, he decided to just suck it up and get off his ass and get it done.

Grabbing the roll of city trash bags, he left his apartment and headed to the back entrance.

Five minutes later, he was standing in front of his assigned trashcans, frowning down at the overstuffed bags filling his cans.

Izuku really didn't remember filling the bags that much. For a second, he wondered if someone else had shoved a bag in his can, but just as quickly, he dismissed it.

For one thing, even though most of the guys that lived there were arrogant bastards, they weren't pricks. They wouldn't do that to him.

Well, Katsuki probably would, Izuku thought, pursing his lips up, but he knew that Katsuki hadn't stuffed his cans full because he used black trash bags while he used the small white kitchen bags.

Realizing that he must have had more trash than he thought, Izuku pulled a city trash bag off the roll and opened it, shaking it loose so that he could fill it with his bags.

As he grabbed the first bag, and almost fell over from the weight of it, he couldn't help but think that it was pretty messed up that the city charged two bucks a bag for trash removal when they paid taxes that were specifically allocated for the sanitation department.

It just seemed a bit ridiculous to him. The city shouldn't be able to double charge-

"Oh my gosh!" he shrieked as the bag that he'd been in the process of pulling out of the trashcan suddenly ripped open.

The sudden difference in weight threw him off balance.

It caused him to stumble back several feet as the gooey contents of the bag spilled out and covered him just as the most repulsive odor that he'd ever smelled hit him, making him gag just before he stumbled back another step, slipped on some goo and went flying, landing on his ass in a big puddle of the smelly, gooey goop.

Too stunned and admittedly busy trying not to vomit, he sat there, staring down at himself in horror, wondering how such a thing could happen, when his night suddenly got a hell of a lot worse.

"What the hell are you doing?"