8 and 13 as katsudeku prompts? I need some Katsuki I'm in denial Bakugou, so please? 💚💥
“Ha! You think I care about you? What do you think I am, desperate?”
He’d looked away to focus another frontal attack on their target. It had taken a moment, a few seconds, tops. So, how had it gone so wrong, so fast?
Katsuki’s blast had subsided, leaving a smoke cloud to cover a few of the less experienced students retreats. Class 2-A had been ready for it. After the shit they had gone through their first year at this school, this should have been easy. It should have been a simple walk in the park for them.
“Bakugou! Can you get to him?!” Round-face had yelled. Of course he could!
“No shit!” He didn’t wait for her response. He was blasting himself away from the main groups and up to a higher floor of the school. That idiot was going to get a piece of Katsuki’s mind the moment he laid eyes on him.
Deku had gotten himself grabbed.
They had been back to back, working in unison to beat back the villains and reroute the younger students to safety. Their recent training and cooperation had paid off. Well, until Katsuki looked away from Deku for a second, then the idiot gets grabbed.
“DIE!” Katsuki yelled, finally getting a visual on Deku. He had aimed for the villain, he’d swear it up and down, but if Deku got a bit of the blast the idiot had it comin. Getting himself caught like that, seriously!
He was at Deku’s side in an instant. Giving another heavy blast to rocket the punk away, he wrapped his free arm around Deku’s waist to hoist him up. He leaned him on his shoulder to free both hands.
“Deku, you’ve gotta hold on to me,” he rasped out instructions. In Deku’s somewhat delirious state, he had listened. Katsuki tried not to think too much about it. His next blast had enough force to propel them back out of the broken window, another small set safely landing them on the ground near the evacuation lines. Katsuki slipped an arm under Deku to assist in keeping him up. “Oy! Deku, get a grip man!”
“Kacchan?” he sounded out of it.
“We’re still in the middle of combat, Deku. You can’t quit on me now.” Katsuki barked out. He was surprised when Izuku let out a shaky laugh.
“Knew you cared, Kacchan. Thanks for getting me,” Deku’s smile hurt his eyes.
“Ha! You think I care about you? What do you think I am, desperate?” He dropped Deku in a heap. He couldn’t look at him. He’d heard his own voice, felt how hot his neck and face had become. It didn’t happen if he didn’t face it, so he wasn’t going to face it right now. He would ignore Deku’s shitty chuckle that made his chest feel tight. He would ignore Deku jogging to catch up with him, to walk by his side into combat. He would ignore Deku completely if it meant he didn’t have to face these ridiculous feelings. Besides, there was a battle he needed to win.