Gówno

16

They were around ten minutes into their journey when Izuku realized that something was off.

“Kacchan, are we… not going back to Hell?”

Katsuki shook his head, keeping his gaze fixated on the path ahead. “It’d take too long.” He mumbled. “Need to get you to a doctor.”

“Oh.” His brows pinched together. “I mean, I think I’m okay…”

“Yeah?” Katsuki scoffed. “Then what the hell’s that?” He nodded toward Izuku’s right sleeve, where the blood stains were still moist.

“It’s not mine.”

Katsuki snorted, looking down at him. “Then who’s is it?”

“I…” Izuku cleared his throat. “Might have stabbed an Acolyte in the eye.”

At this, both of Katsuki’s eyebrows shot up, and for the first time since they’d reunited, Katsuki smiled. “Damn.”

Izuku just laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, it’s… a long story, I guess.”

“Well, maybe you can tell me about it later.” He gave him a pointed look. “After you get examined.”

Izuku frowned, but decided not to argue any further.

The trip was not particularly long, but Katsuki still insisted on carrying him the entire way there. He held him close to his chest, his grip firm, claws biting into Izuku through the fabric of his clothes. It was a bit uncomfortable at times, but something about the hard-set look on his face deterred Izuku from pressing the issue. It was as though he were scared that Izuku might slip through his fingers again, the moment he let him go.

After around thirty minutes of travel time, they arrived before a pair of heavy, steel doors leading into what looked to be a bunker of some kind.

He banged on the door a few times, “Oi, let me in!”

A voice shouted back from inside, muffled by the door. “What’s the password?”

Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Let me in or I’ll break this door down and kick your ass!”

A moment later, Izuku heard a series of clicks, and then the door opened. A familiar face peaked out. Kaminari.

His eyes went wide. “No fucking way.” He said, looking Izuku up and down.

“H-Hey, Kaminari.” Izuku stammered, blushing as he became hyper-aware of the fact that Katsuki still had him in a princess-carry.

Katsuki didn’t even say anything. He simply bumped him out of his way with his shoulder, and Kaminari stumbled back with an indignant grunt. Katsuki just kept walking.

After a moment of stupefied silence, Kaminari shut the door, hastily re-locked it, and then came running after him.

“Dude, how the hell did you—“

“Not now.” Katsuki snapped.

“But—“

Katsuki whirled around sharply.

If looks could kill…

Kaminari’s eyes widened slightly, and he stopped in his tracks, putting his hands up in surrender. With that, Katsuki turned around again and continued down the hall. Izuku curled inward in his arms. Beneath the cold, fluorescent lights, the dark circles under Katsuki’s eyes were even more obvious. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

They turned the corner, and Katsuki knocked sharply on the first door on the right. It was his only warning before he barged inside.

“What on Earth—“ The person cut themself off with a gasp. It was a short, older woman, one who almost could’ve passed for human, if not for the subtle, otherworldly glow of her eyes. “Oh my goodness.” She immediately hopped off her chair and pulled open a curtain, revealing a small hospital bed. Katsuki gently laid him down on it. The woman then beckoned him toward the door, and the two of them stepped out into the hall, the door closing heavily behind them.