Fuselage

☆~♡ Chapter 15 ♡~☆

TRIGGER WARNING IN EFFECT

There is a breakdown in this chapter. It's kind of this entire chapter. If that's too much for you please don't feel obligated to continue reading.

TRIGGER WARNING IN EFFECT

Eijirou grunted with a final twist of the wrench, patting the body of the A7M as he stepped away. "I replaced the panel."

"Fucking finally." Katsuki rolled his eyes as he ground the polishing rag into a crevice on the exhaust pipes. "Now we just have to finish all the rest of this shit."

"How long does all this normally take?" Eijirou moved to sit beside the blond, grabbing up a ramune from the ice chest, ruffling Aki's neck.

"On average it takes about two months or 50,000 hours." Katsuki didn't look up when Eijirou gasped, wrench falling to the ground. "It's a two person job, this is typical. The museum gave us to the end of summer. We'll have it done way before then. I was stressing about it earlier but now with y-" Realizing what he was saying Katsuki stopped himself, head jerking up to see if Eijirou caught what he was saying but the man didn't show any signs of catching on. "Anyway. Now that we've got the panel replaced and most of the interior is wired right we just need to worry about-"

"Nah." Eijirou smacked his lips, grinning wide, lips hitched higher on one side. "You're fine man. Don't worry about anything. It'll get done." Thick arms reached over to grab the rag from Katsuki's grasp. "Let's go fishing."

"Fishing." Katsuki glared. "Did you not hear me earlier? Fifty. Thousand. Hours."

Eijirou stood, stretched. "Ah, I heard. But I'm bored. Besides, we put in about three weeks?"

Katsuki snorted. "No, less if you count you getting here after 3:30. Plus your three day mini-vacation, me getting wasted and recovering the other day-"

Eijirou winced, covering Katsuki's ticking fingers with a hand. "Ah... If fishing isn't your thing how about swimming? Uh... we could go to the local bar but they really don't have much going on aside from pool and darts. Denki is at a doctors appointment and he really makes the games fun-"

"Flying." Katsuki stood slow.

"W-what?" Eijirou's eyes went wide. "Flying?"

The blond slouched forward to meet Eijirou's gaze, glaring up into hooded red eyes. "Are you scared?"

"Fuckin yes." The big man stood, backing away as he looked anywhere but at Katsuki. "I'm terrified. I hate heights."

"What?" Katsuki reared back, frown deepening. "Really? But you-"

"I only took the class for credits. I never planned to fly in a plane."

"How did you travel over here? Back and forth to America? Denki said you guys have a ferris wheel-" He was standing now, encroaching on Eijirou, backing him closer to Ground Zero. "You said next week that we would-"

Eijirou rubbed a hand over his face as he stepped away; body jumping, hands moving over his face, hair, arms, tangling in his shirt. "I mean that's like, a reasonable height." Eyes roamed over the flat expanse of the airstrip wildly, his face began to glisten with sweat as he turned pink. "A plane is thousands of feet in the air. Completely different. It's completely different!" Arms flailed up in exasperation. "How do you know-" His voice jumped up in pitch as his back pressed against the plane. A quick glance and his face blanched. "I-I-It's like the difference between a-a single scoop ice cream cone and a large size milk shake."

"You're talking too fast." Katsuki snorted, stopping a respectable distance away, legs planted solidly, arms crossed. "You'll fly with me one day."