Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

9 - Garbage Toxic Waste

"Stop moving!"

"It's burning!" Izuku snapped back, slapping Katsuki's hands when he tried to push his hands away as he frantically tried to wipe off the white glop that felt like it was burning his skin off.

"You need to take this off," Katsuki said, sounding calm and in control when all Izuku wanted to do was scream- again, and freak out- again, but the man wouldn't let him.

As soon as he'd started screaming about his skin being on fire, Katsuki had snapped into action.

He'd grabbed the hose and hit him full force with a jet of ice cold water, which may have started another round of screaming.

It also made the burning sensation a lot worse.

Before he could tell Katsuki that, probably because the man figured it out by his screams, Katsuki had dropped the hose, picked him up and ran inside, straight into his apartment and had him in his bathtub before he could put up much of a fight.

"No, don't turn the water on!" he screamed in terror seconds before a stream of hot water hit him.

"You need to get this off," Katsuki said, still sounding irritatingly calm as Izuku struggled against the urge to scream as the water caused the white slime on his body to heat up again.

When Katsuki grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it off, he didn't even think about fighting him since he was too busy trying not to freak out over the likelihood that the gunk from the trashcan was nuclear waste.

He barely noticed when Katsuki yanked off his red high tops, but he definitely noticed when Katsuki went for his pants.

"Hey!" he gasped, slapping at the offending hand.

"That shit soaked up into the material," Katsuki pointed out as his mind registered the burning sensation seeping beneath the pants. "It needs to come off."

Izuku opened his mouth to...

To...

To...

"W-What are you doing?" he managed to choke out while he watched as Katsuki pulled his own shirt off and tossed it out of the shower as he toed off his shoes.

Then the man bent over and pulled off his socks and tossed them aside. He stood up and quickly undid his pants and shoved them down, revealing a pair of tight fitting black boxer briefs that left very little to the imagination.

When Katsuki stood up and ran a hand through his wet hair, Izuku's gaze raced to follow the move, taking in the puckered pink scar and the raised straight line that ran through it on another wise drool worthy set of abs, up to the Marine tattoo that he had on his chest, the one that he may have found himself thinking about a time or two, and finally up to meet his gaze and immediately regretting it.

Katsuki looked serious, really serious, and determined as he sent him a hard glare.

"Your skin is streaked red," Katsuki began, taking Izuku by surprise.

He looked down and sure enough, his body was covered in angry looking red streaks and splotches right where his skin burned and itched like crazy.

Swallowing nervously, he looked back up at Katsuki and found a matching red spot on the man's shoulder, right where he'd nailed him with a handful of goop.

"Your pants and underwear is coated in that shit and the longer that you keep it on, the more damage that it's going to do to your skin," Katsuki said, sounding completely rational, which actually frightened him. "We need to get the rest of your clothes off and try to wash the residue off your skin. Now."

As much as Izuku wanted to argue with Katsuki, and he really wanted to argue this one, he couldn't. With each passing second, the burning and itching only got worse.

"Fine," he said, reaching for his pants, "but you don't need to be in here. I can do it myself."

"I'm not leaving," the stubborn bastard said as he reached down and grabbed a large bar of white soap.

"Yeah, you really are" Izuku said, wincing when a sting accompanied his attempt to push his pants down.

"Not happening, Tinkerbelle," Katsuki said, gently pushing Izuku's hand aside and-

"Ow!" he cried out as Katsuki pulled his pants down in a quick pace.

"Your back and legs fared the worst, Tink," Katsuki said, startling Izuku into looking down as he stepped out of his pants and what he saw had him swallowing hard as he tried not to panic.

"Are you allergic to anything, Tink?" Katsuki asked, sounding calm as he carefully hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and slowly lowered them to the floor.

"No," Izuku said, a small cry escaping him when Katsuki's knuckles accidentally brushed up against his skin.

"Are you having any problem breathing?" Katsuki asked, tossing Izuku's briefs out of the shower.

"No," he mumbled, trying not to lose it.

"Good," Katsuki murmured behind him as he struggled against looking down.

Every inch of his body was covered in what appeared to be hives- large, angry looking hives that were noticeably raised.

There wasn't a spot on his body that didn't itch or burn. Only the fear that he would make things worse was stopping him from scratching every inch of his body.

The itching, he could understand, but he'd never heard of hives burning the-

"I'm sorry," Katsuki said, cutting through his panicked thoughts.

"For what?" he asked before a thought occurred to him and when it did, he was seeing red. "Oh my gosh! Those bags were yours?" he demanded, moving to turn around and kick Katsuki's ass when he answered.

"No."

"Then what are you apologizing for?" he asked, worrying his bottom lip as he snuck another peek down at himself and cringed.

"For this."

"Wh- Ouch!" Izuku screamed as Katsuki carefully placed his soapy hands on his back.

The pain multiplied, forcing Izuku to slap his hands against the shower wall and grit his teeth together as he thought of another way to kill the bastard.