Fuselage

×~× Chapter 29 ×~×

Katsuki kicked Eijirou's thigh soft, stepping back as the idiot wriggled out from under the carriage of the A7M.

"Ah." Eijirou wiped his hands off on the rag in his back pocket. "H-hey."

Katsuki hated how fucking cute it was that his hair was poking up every which way and oil was smeared across Eijirou's face. "How the fuck do you get so messy?"

"It's a gift." Eijirou grinned, sitting, patting the ground beside him, clearing some tools away to make room. "It's done." Eijirou's voice waived. "The A7M. It's done."

Begrudgingly Katsuki obliged, scooting further away, leaning against the metal body of the plane.

He nodded. "It's done."

"Yeah!" Eijirou grinned. Neither man looking at the other. "Tetsu's been coming to coffee lately." He sucked in a breath. Exhaled, started again. "I-I've missed you though."

Katsuki shut his eyes tight. "I don't care, Ei."

"You do." Eijirou called him on his bluff. "I can tell that I've been upsetting you. And I'm sorry. I just don't know how to go back to..." His chest puffed out, entire body deflated on exhale. "Normal." He shrugged. "I want to be your best friend again, but fuck Kat..." Eijirou chuckled.

Something warm brushed against Katsuki's hand. Startled he looked down to see Eijirou stretching across the distance, pinky stroking up and down his fingers. Katsuki looked up to see Eijirou watching his reaction, equal parts scared and earnest. Katsuki sighed, pulling away.

"What do you want, Ei?"

"I'm just..." He frowned, resting his head against the plane. "We've spent the whole summer getting to become really good friends-"

Katsuki snorted, "Did we really?" He narrowed in on Eijirou. "Did we really spend the whole summer becoming better friends, or did you just harvest your little fucking secrets and make me fall in love with you? Did your codependent ass just use me to keep you from feeling lonely while you were away from Pony?" Katsuki raged, one fist striking the plane beside Eijirou's head, ignoring the pain that surged up his arm.

Eijirou remained calm.

And that enraged Katsuki so much more. He needed a reaction, he wanted a reaction. Passion, anger. Something, something.

"React, Eijirou." He screamed, head bent. Body shaking. "Tell me something-"

"You're so volatile." Eijirou's voice was low, quiet.

Hands snaked around Katsuki's waist, dragging him closer. Hands maneuvering legs to straddle Eijirou.

"I love that about you." Hands stroked up Katsuki's thighs, fingers digging into his ass.

"Huh?" The yelling ceased as he started to struggle. "N-no!" He pushed at Eijirou's forearms. "No, I didn't mean-" Eijirou's face nuzzled into Katsuki's stomach.

"I know, Love." His head tilted up, eyes catching Katsuki's. "I know it isn't fair. And I know it's scary. And hard." Arms tightened, head ducked again, shoulders trembled.

Katsuki's hands lowered to stroke through soft, soft black hair as he realized Eijirou was crying.

"It's not fair." Eijirou moaned into Katsuki's shirt, fists bunching the fabric. "I love you." Frantic, desperate fingers pulled the material up, lips planted soft, chaste kisses on skin. "I love you. I love you." His hands dug into Katsuki's skin. "Fuck I missed you, Katsuki." Arms reached up to tangle in his hair, yanking his head back. "Don't leave me like that again, do you understand me." Eijirou tugged to emphasize his demand.