Fuselage

×~❄ Chapter 35 ❄~×

"Do you think, like, the germs cry when they're being killed?"

Hanta giggled. "Oh my God." He snorted, rag slapping the water as he dropped it in the bucket beside his knee. "Or do they, like, gear up for war?"

Denki howled, falling over the counter top. "Can you-" He wheezed, glasses banging against his face. "Ow!" He whined, voice nearly unintelligible from his laughter. "Can you imagine though?!"

"How fucking stoned are you guys?!" Katsuki snapped, tossing his rag across the shop at them. "We've got a fucking job to do and you morons are-"

"Oh, come on now." Deku smiled from his perch on the ladder at the freezer section, yanking down his mask to reveal a gentle grin. "I think it's kinda nice listening to them banter."

"You fucking would!" Katsuki hissed under his breath, stalking across to pluck his rag from a nearly rolling Hanta's hands, dunking it in the bleach mixture delicately.

"We're barely stoned." Hanta promised, struggling - and failing - to look somber. "Scouts honor."

"You were never-" Denki's eyes went wide.

"I was so!" Hanta swore. "They made all the orphans. It made us 'more adoptable'." He air quoted, rolling his eyes. "Besides," He turned back to Katsuki, "these kinds of conversations are important to building relationships." He tilted his head, pinning Katsuki.

"Fuck they are." Katsuki rolled his eyes, stalking back across to the magazine rack, scrubbing violently.

"No, they are!" Denki hopped up on the counter, feet swinging. "We have a lot of fun bonding like this." Katsuki could feel the annoying grin, the cute look the lovers shared, the idiotic smile Deku threw their way.

The pause as realization dawned over them all.

The weight as everyone looked towards him.

"D-did you never... Just..." Hanta shifted uncomfortably. "Bullshit with Ei?"

"Katsuki." Denki tsked at the growl. "Ei loves to goof off. He's, like, the one who came up with the dare games. And he initiated hide and seek that one time..."

Katsuki struggled not to flinch under the weight of the darts thrown at his heart. "I-I didn't mean not to..." He grumbled scrubbing harder as he thought back.

It was true. Katsuki couldn't deny that Kirishima was always trying to play. Racing to his truck in the rain, tickling, challenging... even more when Kirishima was teasing him with kisses; touches. It was always a game of some kind. But Katsuki had been so wrapped up in taking everything seriously.

"It's alright man. You're too fucking wound up." Denki grunted as he leaned over the counter, scrubbing again. "We'll teach you to have fun and then you can go get yo mans back."

"Oh Jesus, Denki." Hanta admonished.

Deku was oddly quiet as he climbed back down from the ladder, phone in hand. "I-I gotta get back to the house for a minute."

"Oh why? Your lady friend have some needs you must attend to?" Denki teased.

"Ah, no." Deku blushed beet red.

"Disgusting." Katsuki growled, "Get the fuck out."

"Yeah!" Hanta hollered after a stammering Deku, much more good natured, "And don't come back till she can't walk!"

"Holy shit." Katsuki slapped his rag on the end of the bookshelf. "You guys are depraved."

"We'd root you on the same way if you were getting laid." Denki shrugged, leaning against the wall.