[The knock feels like it pounds inside his skull. Katsuki growls in pain and inclines his head, pressing his forehead against the cool tile floor.
He wants Deku to leave. But Deku fucking never leaves. He's always there. Trailing behind him, hands outstretched, nervous but determined. At least it's a constant in this utter hellhole.
Katsuki licks his lips, struggling to find a tone that doesn't waver, before he growls out.]
Oh just come the fuck in. I know you're going to anyway.
[ That's all the permission he needs, no matter how grudgingly it was given. Izuku opens the door and comes in, shutting it quietly to mitigate the amount of light that was let in. ]
[Is the snapped reply that's not as convincing as he wants it to be. The blood on his fingers and scratches on his arms betray the truth. As do the animal ears that have formed on the top of his head. When the door opens, he shifts backwards, as far into the corner and away from the light as possible.
He really does look a wounded animal, curled in the corner, growling at anyone who tries to get too near. He's afraid like one too, even if he doesn't want to admit it.]
[He growls but it sounds pained and without malice. Katsuki tenses as pain shoots down his entire body and he fights the urge to contort against it. Just a few more hours... He lurches closer to the toilet in case the sensation causes him to gag.
Or just being around Deku makes him vomit. But he has to admit... there's something grounding about the other boy being there.]
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He wants Deku to leave. But Deku fucking never leaves. He's always there. Trailing behind him, hands outstretched, nervous but determined. At least it's a constant in this utter hellhole.
Katsuki licks his lips, struggling to find a tone that doesn't waver, before he growls out.]
Oh just come the fuck in. I know you're going to anyway.
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Kacchan? ...is this month worse?
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[Is the snapped reply that's not as convincing as he wants it to be. The blood on his fingers and scratches on his arms betray the truth. As do the animal ears that have formed on the top of his head. When the door opens, he shifts backwards, as far into the corner and away from the light as possible.
He really does look a wounded animal, curled in the corner, growling at anyone who tries to get too near. He's afraid like one too, even if he doesn't want to admit it.]
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...I can take the pain away again.
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[He can tell things aren't exactly going well for Deku either. So he's not gonna let him waste magic on this.]
I can handle it.
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[ He's not, but Katsuki not being okay is more important? ]
I can't just stop using magic, Kacchan.
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[It's not really said with malice. He can't really deny that he respects Deku's tenacity.]
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[ And he's a dumbass MARTYR ]
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[You little MARTYR BITCH.]
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[ Since, you know. Who the fuck would he bond with. ]
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[UGH.]
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[ SO THERE. ]
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[He growls but it sounds pained and without malice. Katsuki tenses as pain shoots down his entire body and he fights the urge to contort against it. Just a few more hours... He lurches closer to the toilet in case the sensation causes him to gag.
Or just being around Deku makes him vomit. But he has to admit... there's something grounding about the other boy being there.]