Fuselage

☆~☆ Chapter 5 ☆~☆

Katsuki roared as he launched himself across the small distance separating him from Deku. One hand tightening in his preys blood splattered shirt, the other connecting with a bruised face. Deku gasped as his eyes blurred and he fell back. Using the distance the smaller man twisted, collapsed. Curling beneath Katsuki's extended arm he sprang inside of his attackers defense, raining blows up his opponent's torso.

Each hit communicating a memory, a word, a feeling they couldn't have spoken; were unable to speak.

The straight jab to his ribs:

"Go take a flying leap." The cold laughter echoing. "Without your plane."

A fast uppercut that nearly hit the sweet spot making spots and darkness bloom in front of Katsuki's eyes:

The flutter of loose leaf paper raining down from the third story window as Katsuki sneered at an all but crying Deku.

Green eyes flashed in defiance as he stepped back, arms guarding his face, eye nearly swollen shut, feet quick as he fell back into a familiar stance.

Fucker's copying my moves.

A wild grin plastered across the blond's face as he swiped at the blood trickling from the swollen, cut lip. Katsuki wouldn't relent until he won. He couldn't. He had too much to prove; to say. Snarling both hands grabbed Deku's shoulders, picking the smaller boy up. He'd gotten thicker, more dense, since their time in college, but that didn't matter. Katsuki was stronger, faster. Always had been, always would be.

This is for looking down on me.

He screamed pure emotion as he threw Deku across the street, advancing before the nerd even landed, back first, on the cobblestone road. He wouldn't give the loser time to recover, time to breathe. Katsuki would grind him to dust beneath his feet and make him see - make him feel - make him finally, finally understand-

What?

The fist that was raised stopped before Deku, poised to finish the fight. Everything in him charged in that attack. The pain of losing Jin, the torment of being 'Ground Zero', of being isolated, of being so pathetic he had a loser try to befriend him out of pity instead of his own merit. The agony of being messed up. And now even. His victory of finally - FINALLY... He had finally...

But what was he trying to prove? What was he going to say he hadn't said a million times before? What-

Deku looked up at him, hands fisted around the forearm that was forcing him down into the street.

His grip loosened, his fist fell. Mutely he registered that a cop car pulled up, sirens bleeping in the background, screeching to a stop as a gaggle of onlookers murmured and whispered.

Katsuki wasn't sure when he'd started crying, but he had.

Fuck. His breath was shuddering. Fuck!

"Why me?" He pleaded to a very lost Deku, looking up at him through a now very purple shiner. "After all these years, I finally thought I had found people who... but it was just because of you." He shook him a little, "You...!" It was desperate, strangled.

Wounded.

"Alright, alright boys." A tired man stepped out, shaggy black hair accompanied eye bags for days. "We got a call about an altercation."

"It's my fault." Katsuki stepped forward, wiping his eyes. "Just a-" he glared at Denki waiting guiltily inside the doors of the cafe.

He had the decency to flinch away from the glare.