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“Jesus Christ, Katsuki, stop shouting so loud. I can hear you just fine through the earpiece. What I can’t hear, however, is literally anything else through the ringing in my ears.”
Ah yes. Here we have a wild Midoriya Izuku in its natural habitat - that is to say, running from whatever low-life two-bit criminal he’s managed to make mad with his vigilante/hacker side job. Please observe how he’s running purely on spite, enough caffeine to power a horse, and approximately 4.73 hours of sleep from the past two days.
What a wonderful existence it is.
“No, damn nerd! I’ll be as loud as I want! Just shut up and keep running! You’re almost to the safe house and then you better hope to God he accepts your sorry existence when I blast your ass halfway to hell and back. At least then you might get some sleep, fucking idiot,” Katsuki mumbled the last part, but the comms picked up everything.
The boy laughed, throwing back his hood and letting green curls spill free as he wove through the crowded city street, glancing back every now and then to keep track of his pursuer. “Aw, Kacchan, you do care! I knew I had a special place somewhere in that shriveled heart of yours,” Izuku teased. Katsuki made a sound of inarticulate rage over the comms.
A bus drove past, blurring slightly, and Izuku did a double take. “Kacchan, look! There’s this bus here and the side is totally blank! I think we should decorate it later, what do you think?” Katsuki snorted. “First, idiot, I have access to all the security cameras in your area. I see the bus. Second, I will only help you decorate if it’s to absolutely demolish our One True Hero Endeavor and only if you swear on Auntie Inko’s katsudon that it will not under any circumstances turn out like last time. I swear to god, Izuku, I am not pretending to make out with you again so we don’t get caught by that cop and his hobo-ninja at three in the morning.”
Izuku winced. “I said I was sorry. All things considered though, it wasn’t that bad, was it? You know you loooooovvveeee me, Kaaacchaaaan,” Izuku taunted. “Also, that cop and his hobo ninja? Tut, tut, Katsuki, their names are Naomasa-chan and Eraserhead-kun! Know thine enemy, or have I taught you nothing?”
Katsuki growled. “Answer the damn question, nerd.”
“Fine, fine, it won’t be like last time,” Izuku rolled his eyes. Glancing back, he saw he was no longer being chased by 300 pounds of angry criminal. “Looks like I lost my tail though, so I’ll see ya in a sec and then we can go decorate.” Even through the earpiece Izuku could see Katsuki’s answering smirk. “Better be here under my record or I’m setting the Old Hag on you.” Izuku shuddered. That woman was terrifying when she wanted to be. With that, he sprinted the rest of the way.
No way he was going to be lectured on the importance of his health and well-being again.