❝ i’m trying! but you keep moving so much … ❞ you walk like you’re trying to smash something under your feet, he doesn’t say. kacchan’s walking, like everything about him, is … intense. trying to keep the umbrella in range of both of them is a trying task for any aspiring hero. especially when that aspiring hero is izuku and he tries a little too hard in his attempt to keep the peace between them. especially when that aspiring hero is izuku … and kacchan grabs his hand.
❝ wh – wh —– ❞ is about as far as izuku can get, his tongue failing to respond the same way his brain fails to because, oh, kacchan’s grabbing his hand, their hands are touching they’re holding hands oh my gosh —— izuku doesn’t even notice he’s stopped walking, mouth held open, eyes wide, looking red for reasons that isn’t from the humidity until a raindrop decides to land right in his eye. izuku’s brain comes back on then, and he stumbles forward to where kacchan had stopped for him, feeling like his heart is in overdrive and ready to give out on him. ❝ ah — hey! ❞ izuku protests, very late, and he’s not sure if it’s because kacchan swiped the umbrella away from him, or because of the short comment. it’s not even as if he’s even offended by either of those things — insults and aggressiveness are par for course when it comes from kacchan. but izuku pouts a little anyway, ignoring the way his heart has sped up again because oh my gosh, kacchan grabbed my hand and held it (completely ignoring the way it had been to get the umbrella away from him). ❝ i’m not short … i’m only two inches shorter than you, kacchan. ❞
It’s true. Each and every single one of Katsuki’s footsteps delivered a concise message to the gravel underneath: die. He stomps forward three steps like a man on a mission before stopping with the realization that Deku wasn’t keeping pace – the boy was still frozen where Katsuki had left him. Thinking the red of Izuku’s cheeks were signs of an oncoming cold, he grunts impatiently, “Move it, dumbass.”
After Deku stumbles forward to catch up, Katsuki rapped his knuckles against his forehead lightly, running them through the wet locks of hair that covered it -- punishment for keeping him waiting that doubled as a method of making sure the boy’s absent-mindedness wasn’t from running a fever. Seemed like he was fine -- just toddling behind him like old times for whatever reason.
“That’s two inches I’m always gonna have on ya. You’re dreaming if you think I’d let a shorty like you catch up to me.” He delivered that statement with foolhardy confidence, as though height was something he could control with strength of will alone. He took some measure of pride in these small victories, like how his birthday came earlier in the year than Izuku’s.
In the end, it’s these ingrained habits of his that always fucked him up. He starts talking, his fingers start fidgeting, and when his thumb runs absentmindedly across a button on the umbrella, well, THWAP --
The umbrella closes right around him.
There’s a beat or two of stunned silence as the rain pitter-patters around them before smoke began to surface from Katsuki’s palms. Much like an animal caught in net, he approaches the matter delicately: by thrashing about wildly.
“SHITTY UMBRELLA --” And somehow, he thinks it’s the umbrella at fault. It takes a hot minute, but he frees himself. Now, he was clenching the umbrella with eyes that burned with the intent of snapping it in half, but it had remained unscathed through the ordeal ( it had the fact that it was All Might-themed to thank for that ) . They’re both drenched to their goddamn underwear at this point -- what the fuck was the point of the umbrella to begin with if this was going to be the end result?! / @smashkick
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