Fuselage

☆~☆ Chapter 10 ☆~☆

"Morning Kat!" Eijirou blinked bleakly, sitting in the booth across from Katsuki, waving Denki over.

"And who, the fuck, invited you over here?" Katsuki straightened, slapping a hand over his phone, ignoring the girls standing out the window taking selfies - well aware he was in the background of them.

"'Ts too early for your sunny disposition." Eijirou groaned, laying across the table as Denki approached.

"Oh is that a friend?" Muffled tinny from under the palm.

Immediately the moron perked. "Whose on the video chat?"

"Katsuki Bakugou you introduce me right now or I'll tan your hide to Kingdom Come-"

Eijirou chuckled, "One black tea, Denki? The usual please."

"Gotcha." Denki winked. "And be careful man. Katsuki got his charms from his mom."

"Your mom!" Eijirou stood, shuffling to the bench beside Katsuki. "Hi, Ma'am, I'm Eijirou-"

"Oh, no. Mitsuki please." The ashen blonde woman grinned, gaze darting to her sulking son before glancing over the newcomer. The glint in her eyes made Eijirou nervous.

"Oh whoa. You're stunning. I can see where Kat got his good looks!" A growl beside him. "A-ah... well, you know what I mean. You're very beautiful and I-"

"Are you seriously hitting on my mom?" Katsuki leaned back, arms crossed. "She's fucking married and in her forties you creep."

"I-I'm-"

"Oh, don't be jealous Katsuki." She sighed, putting a hand to her cheek. "You're lucky you got these genes."

"Luck? You fuckin' hag, luck ain't got nothing to do with it-"

"You bastard. If I were there- You, hit him for me. Just one good pow on the head." Fist met palm in demonstration.

Eijirou's eyes widened in panic. "U-uh..."

"Yeah, Ei." Katsuki's eyes narrowed, chin lifted, "Fucking hit me. I'll kill you. Bring it you bitch."

Eijirou flushed, hands fisting on his thighs. "This seems like a family affair. I'm moving to the counter. Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Katsuki sneered watching Eijirou walk away, heard Denki laugh.

"E-excuse me...?"

Annoyed Katsuki's gaze swung up. A timid young thing stood just beyond his booth, hair twirling anxiously around a finger. Standing just behind were her friends, obviously goading her.

"Are you that pilot from-"

Eye narrowed. "No, fuck off."

Her face turned five shades redder. "You are!" Voice breathy. "Could I get a pictu-"

"If you don't fuck off and go die, I'll kill you." Katsuki stood slowly, mouth twisted in a snarl.

"Oh! Kay!" Hanta appeared out of nowhere, hands gripping the girls shoulders, "Okay, let's move along. Haven't you heard what happens to beautiful young women who mess with village loners?"

"Wh-?" Big, confused eyes screwed up to the tall man as he led her to a back table. "What do you-?"

"Katsuki!" Mitsuki's eyes narrowed, mouth kicked up in a sly grin. "That wasn't very gentlemanly."

"They shouldn't have fucked with me. This whole 'low level of fame' is bullshit and I never asked for it." He sat, rubbing at his face, pushing his drink around suddenly not at all interested in it. "God I'm tired."