Gówno

17

Izuku stood before the foggy mirror in the bathroom of Katsuki’s apartment. Never before had he been so fascinated by his own reflection.

The cat-like slits of his pupils changed the character of his eyes in a way he couldn’t quite describe, and when he experimentally switched off the light, he found that he could see in the darkness much better than he could as an Angel. The green light of his eyes radiated outward, giving off an otherworldly glow.

He turned on the light again, leaning forward to examine his teeth. His canines were a lot sharper than they used to be, and carried a dull ache from the rapid growth.

His hands gravitated toward his damp hair. In his half-shifted state, his horns looked similar to Katsuki’s, at least at a glance. But as he slowly shifted, Izuku watched, entranced, as they grew outward, the little bumps lining the sides extending in all different directions as they gradually morphed into antlers. Izuku ran his fingertips over them. The surface was smooth and black, but had a slightly metallic, green sheen whenever the light hit them just right.

His hands fell limp at his sides, and Izuku sighed. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about having antlers. Katsuki had noted that they were rare, but in a way, that only made him more uncomfortable. Standing out wasn’t something he was accustomed to. What could possibly stand out more than a pair of big, shiny antlers?

Izuku wrung his wrists, his tail swaying gently behind him.

At least that part isn’t too unusual.

Izuku shook his head, returning to his half-shifted form before grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. He emerged from the bathroom, and for a moment, he just stood there in the hall, eyes darting between the unmade pull-out bed in the living room and the open door to Katsuki’s bedroom. He wasn’t really sure where he was meant to go.

The sound of Katsuki’s voice calling out to him was enough for him to make up his mind, though.

He crossed the short distance into Katsuki’s room, where he found him sitting in bed, pillow propped up against the headboard as he lounged atop the covers in nothing but his boxers. Katsuki’s brow was pinched as he tapped away at his touch pad, and when he looked to his right, he found Triplet curled up on what was probably meant to be Izuku’s pillow.

He shut the door softly behind him, glanced down at his towel, and then around the room. It occurred to him then that he didn’t have anything on hand to wear. His bag was still in the living room closet from his earlier stay, but save for a few stray items, most of his clothes weren’t clean.

Izuku cleared his throat. “Um…”

Katsuki raised his head, one eyebrow arched. He took one look at the towel around Izuku’s waist, and then pointed at the dresser on the other side of the room. “You can wear my clothes for now.” He told him. “We’ll get you more soon.”

Izuku nodded, and headed over to Katsuki’s dresser.

He opened the first drawer, and his brow wrinkled as he found himself staring at one of the most bizarre assortments of items he’d ever seen.

A large coil of bright red rope sat in the corner, and laying across the length of the drawer was a black riding crop. Alongside the crop was something that looked kind of like handcuffs, only with a long, metal bar stretching between one cuff and the other. At the back, there sat an abnormally large flashlight, and beyond that, a vast array of other objects he couldn’t even try to identify.

Izuku stood there for a moment, just staring into the drawer, attempting to come up with a situation in which any of these items would go together. He squinted, imagining Katsuki riding on horseback at night, his tail wrapped around the flashlight, one hand holding the riding crop while the other gripped the rope. In his mind, he was using the rope as a lasso, attempting to capture something. Or perhaps someone. Who he would then proceed to shackle in those strange handcuffs, for some reason.