Comfort - Katsuki x Reader [Sequel to Barrier]

Ch. 28 - Excuses

Its Monday my dudes.

"T/n." Izuku's voice sounded low, almost threatening.

"I'm sorry. You weren't meant to see those, you see I'm a bit paranoid. The world isn't very safe and i have to keep something nearby in case something happens." You explained, hoping he would buy it.

"What about the poison though?" He asked.

"Rats! Pesky little shit's that don't know a thing about personal space."

"Although in pretty sure rat poison isn't sold in brown glass bottles."

"Izuku," you decided to change tactics, "Do you not trust me? I thought we were friends..."

"No- Ah- we are, I'm sorry it's just habit for me to investigate things like that!" He explained nervously.

You heard a click from the other end and then someone yelling in anger, although you couldn't make out what they were saying.

"I-Izuku?" You spoke in bewilderment.

"S-Sorry, I gotta go, my uh... partner, yea partner just arrived!" He said.

"I thought you didn't have a partner? You said so at the cafe once.." You questioned suspiciously.

You heard an anger whisper, still unclear and muffled along with panicked whispers from Izuku.

"Izuku." You spoke with a more stern tone.

There was then some shuffling before you got any kind of response.

"Um, well something just came up, uh, new villain terrorizing people or something..."

"Or something? Wait a minute is someone telling him this excuse?!"

"Oh no, that sounds bad, what's the villains name?" You asked with a smirk.

"Uhh... SSSS- Sludge... Monster..."

You heard a loud choke of fury and Izuku quickly spoke again with a shaky tone.

"Well it was nice talking with you T/n but I really gotta go, bye!"

Before you could reply the line went dead. You looked down at your phone with a confused look before shrugging it off.

"Well I dont think he's gonna question me anymore... but who was there with him?"

Shrugging, you finished your pancake and put it on a plate. As you sat down to eat you pulled out your notepad from earlier and skimmed the words that were written.

4:44 AM-
Morning run from home to downtown and back.

5:36 AM-
Goes into bathroom and prepares for day.

5:50 AM-
Leave in car and head to agency, mostly paper work and sorting out younger recruits and coworkers.

7:27 AM-
Go on patrol starting at agency, taking side routes and alleyways around downtown and then going back to agency. (Take care of any crime or threats along the way)

10:15 AM-
Make calls, recipients unspecified, look through recent police reports and acts of villains. Talk to police and help with trying to track down major criminals.

1:59 PM-
Have lunch break. Typically from home or if secretary orders something.

3:00 PM-
Go on patrol again same route.

That was the last thing you had written before Uraraka had approached you earlier that day. You sighed and put the notepad down, taking another bite of your food.

Your throat felt scratchy and your eyes burned as frustration, anger, and more curiously, fear welled up inside you, tears falling from your eyes.

"Why... Why do I feel like this?"