Verdant and Cerise

(6;) Soft hands.

grrrrrr katsugay in denial abt gayness
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The whole table's faces dropped.

"Wait.. You actually kissed him!?" Mina took an unnecessary loud sip from her straw. The rest of them were silent.

"Didn't really fuckin' kiss him, just put my lips on his forehead 'n stuff." Katsuki leant back in the booth chair, sitting with his legs open and pushing Kirishima half off the seat.

"..Katsuki, babe, that is kissing.." Mina narrowed her eyes, clearly embarrassed for him. Katsuki scoffed, pushing Eijiro off completely and sliding off. "Where you going?"

"Somewhere away from you." He flipped them off as he gripped onto the handle, the bell barely ringing because of the roughness.

"Someone's angry.." Mina snorted.

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Izuku was cleaning on a Saturday at the camp, considering the high winds and the stuff that could blow into there. Katsuki would go in now and then, just to grab something or see how Izuku was doing. He didn't talk to him once but Izuku didn't think much about it.

He was picking up some plastic bags that had blown in over the fences when the gate slammed open and shut again. This made Izuku jump, but he thought he was just in a bad mood. He knew it was Katsuki from the annoyed, loud grumbling. The main cabin door slammed open and slammed shut. They didn't open again. Izuku got a bit shifty after a while of wondering what Katsuki was doing.

He finished his job about half an hour later but Katsuki still hadn't come out. He decided to go check up on him, opening the door quietly and knocking on the door to the room that Katsuki slept in.

"Kacchan?" No answer. He knocked again, and again. It seemed Katsuki wasn't even in there. "Kacchan, are you in there..?" He put his ear to the door, hoping to at least hear him breathing. He did, so he felt a little better, but he seemed to be shuffling around his room a lot. He could clearly hear Izuku knocking and asking for him, he was just ignoring him. He was reaching for the door handle when he stopped. A held back sob came from the room, a couple more after that.

Izuku opened the door, revealing a sight he probably wished he hadn't seen. Katsuki had his knee's up to his forehead, his arms wrapped around his legs. His hair was a mess, he had bruises on his arms, seemingly from hitting himself. There was glass on the floor from a smashed mirror, some objects scattered on the floor including his shoes. His bedsheets were hanging off his bed and a couple draws were hanging out.

"..Kacchan?" Izuku walked over to him, bending down near the bed to touch his shoulder but getting smacked away.

"Fuck off." His voice broke as he tried to shuffle away.

"Why are you crying..?" Izuku sat down in front of him, reaching to hold his hand, he didnt get hit away this time. Katsuki gripped onto his hand, putting his head up slightly so Izuku could see his eyes. They were bloodshot and he had black streaks running down his face, some smudged sideways. He never knew he wore makeup.

"Is your wrist okay." Katsuki sniffled, clearly trying to change the subject, putting his legs down. He still had red knuckles from that night.

"Yeah, It doesn't hurt as much anymore." Izuku rubbed his thumb against Katsuki's knuckles, his hand twitching in pain. He reached his free hand up to his face and wiped his thumb across his cheek, wiping the smudged eyeliner. "Why were you crying?"

"Fuckin' angry." Katsuki stood up and threw his bed sheets back on, sitting down on the bed and shuffling to the wall. Izuku sat next to him, kicking his shoes off. "Can I do your hair."