Cussed (Kacchako)

ELEVEN

The walk back to the dorms was quiet. Ochako seemed lost in thought and Katsuki didn't want to interrupt her. Not that he had the first clue as to what to say. He glanced down at her, and just seeing her tousled hair made his face heat. Fucking hell, what had they just done, at work?! And how the hell was he supposed to keep his hands off her now? Maybe he had been wrong to turn her down when she had offered to do more. Maybe, if he had just taken her, this craving would tamp down a little bit. At the thought, everything he had done to calm himself down went out the window and he felt himself stiffen again. He couldn't get to that cold shower soon enough.

Ochako slowed down as they approached the dorms before stopping a few feet from the door so he paused as well—waiting. When she touched his elbow, he turned and looked down at her. Her brown eyes were still huge, but the heavy lidded look she gave him just ratcheted his arousal up more. He knew what that look meant: it meant he had done a damn good job, and good god he wanted to do more.

Before he could say anything, she tugged his arm down and gave him a quick kiss. "Before we get inside," she murmured against his lips, and then turned and slipped into the building. He stared after her for moment before following her inside.

She had already disappeared, so he turned and headed into his room. He walked past the mirror in the bathroom and paused when he saw himself. His shirt, which he had actually ironed this morning was crimped. His hair was always a mess, but it was a mess in a different way. Most of all though, he looked stretched thin. He ran his hands through his hair, upsetting it even more. What was he doing? Five days ago, he was one of the most successful professionals in the country, if not the world. And now? Katsuki sighed.

He shrugged out of his clothes and went to the shower. The immediate, important, question was should he take a quick cold shower to get everything under temporary control; or a longer, hotter shower and give himself some relief. He had the time. Katsuki glanced at his hands and remembered Ochako coming apart in them.

Hot shower it was. Fuck the cold.

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Evening meant casual clothes, so Katsuki pulled out some cargo pants and a hoodie. It was about 5 o'clock now, which meant he should be calling the pizza place. Ochako had said it would be a nice way to welcome the kids on their first night. They had access to the Lunch Rush cafeteria, so he didn't know why the two of them were expected to feed them, but she had been adamant so he'd call the damn pizza place. When he picked up his phone he noticed a text from Kirishima, so after placing the order he opened the app.

K: why is my wife screaming?
B: how the hell should I know? She's your wife.
K: she only screams like this when Ochako-chan has done something. What did you do?

Katsuki paused. Would Ochako have told Kirashima's pink girl what had happened? He fought a blush. He sure fucking hoped not. They were best friends, but still...it had been private, right?

B: I didnt do anything. Ask her what shes wailing about.
K: something about ochako-chan asking her a question. And refusing to give her any more details
B: what question?
K: she wont tell me
B: you're useless
K: you sure you didnt do anything?
B: I didnt fucking do anything!

Katsuki paused. The red headed bastard seemed a bit more forthcoming than he had on Saturday, it might be a good chance to get a better idea about what the fuck was going on with his pink cheeked girl.

B: Deku was here today. I saw her talking to him.

Katsuki watched the 'typing' icon start, stop, start again and then stop again. This went on for five minutes, and he almost raged when he finally got a response.

K: oh

It took all his effort to not fling the phone across the room.

B: WHAT THE FUCK?! What do you mean oh?!
K: I'm gonna have to call you. Later tonight. When Mina is asleep.
B: fine
K: better yet, I'll come over. 11 o'clock good?
B: whatever. Let me know when you're on your way and I'll meet you outside.