[the Look gets deflected like someone knocking aside some unwanted dust. nope, not getting fazed by that.]
Never said it was. Just said it happened.
[can't lie and say izuku doesn't often find himself in trouble, whether it stumbles upon him (or comes after him) or he falls into its path. katsuki's the one who gives the other hero A Look when he talks through his mouth instead of using his damn phone. at least it's not as bad as it had been before he'd drank the tea. izuku shutting up and thinking is basically admitting he knows the explosive blonde is right and katsuki snorts in silent satisfaction that his point's made. even the other side validates it with a sinking huff.]
Watch me.
[arrogance is a hard kill. right all the time... he's right most of the time, and if not, he's stubborn enough to try and make it right. but so many things during his time at u.a. had gone anything but "right" for him, forcing katsuki to reevaluate almost every damn thing. and now, in the calm before the storm, he's left thinking back on everything that's happened, everything that's led up to here. is it foolish to wonder if there had been something he could've done to prevent this? to somehow take away the danger looming over his classmates, his childhood best friend, his idol...
yes. the answer is yes. it is foolish to think such a thing. this was going to happen one way or another. what his goal now is to make sure this fucking idiot is still here by the time the dust settles. to make sure they win. and save everyone by doing so.]
I'll take a damn nap.
[talking as if they already won might seem foolish to some, but who the hell goes into a battle thinking they might not win? who walks forward planning to lose? fuck that! he'll approach this challenge the same way he always has: head on with burning self-assurance that he'll conquer everything the other side can throw at him! all for one, shigaraki, he'll blow them all away and come out victorious! entering the battlefield with any outcome asides from complete victory in his head is nothing more than a distraction and waste of his time. he'll win. they'll all win. there's no spare room for other options.
they won't lose. anyone. ever again!
katsuki's conscious of izuku's warmth against him. he's felt that body before, lanky, soft, shivering, and nothing at all exemplifying what a hero should be. physically. but now, that body is completely different. strong, scarred, solid, a crafted vestibule of the hero izuku has become. there's no way he'll allow him to fail. no fucking way...]
Baka. You left out the part where you're a fucking dried up raisin alongside her. Crybaby, Deku.
[he pours himself a cup of tea, though only half of one, since the drink's for izuku. eyes lingering forward, he lifts the hot brew to his lips and blows on it silently.]
My old shits occasionally do. They're horrible even fucking tipsy.
sorry for the delay. family weekend.
Never said it was. Just said it happened.
[can't lie and say izuku doesn't often find himself in trouble, whether it stumbles upon him (or comes after him) or he falls into its path. katsuki's the one who gives the other hero A Look when he talks through his mouth instead of using his damn phone. at least it's not as bad as it had been before he'd drank the tea. izuku shutting up and thinking is basically admitting he knows the explosive blonde is right and katsuki snorts in silent satisfaction that his point's made. even the other side validates it with a sinking huff.]
Watch me.
[arrogance is a hard kill. right all the time... he's right most of the time, and if not, he's stubborn enough to try and make it right. but so many things during his time at u.a. had gone anything but "right" for him, forcing katsuki to reevaluate almost every damn thing. and now, in the calm before the storm, he's left thinking back on everything that's happened, everything that's led up to here. is it foolish to wonder if there had been something he could've done to prevent this? to somehow take away the danger looming over his classmates, his childhood best friend, his idol...
yes. the answer is yes. it is foolish to think such a thing. this was going to happen one way or another. what his goal now is to make sure this fucking idiot is still here by the time the dust settles. to make sure they win. and save everyone by doing so.]
I'll take a damn nap.
[talking as if they already won might seem foolish to some, but who the hell goes into a battle thinking they might not win? who walks forward planning to lose? fuck that! he'll approach this challenge the same way he always has: head on with burning self-assurance that he'll conquer everything the other side can throw at him! all for one, shigaraki, he'll blow them all away and come out victorious! entering the battlefield with any outcome asides from complete victory in his head is nothing more than a distraction and waste of his time. he'll win. they'll all win. there's no spare room for other options.
they won't lose. anyone. ever again!
katsuki's conscious of izuku's warmth against him. he's felt that body before, lanky, soft, shivering, and nothing at all exemplifying what a hero should be. physically. but now, that body is completely different. strong, scarred, solid, a crafted vestibule of the hero izuku has become. there's no way he'll allow him to fail. no fucking way...]
Baka. You left out the part where you're a fucking dried up raisin alongside her. Crybaby, Deku.
[he pours himself a cup of tea, though only half of one, since the drink's for izuku. eyes lingering forward, he lifts the hot brew to his lips and blows on it silently.]
My old shits occasionally do. They're horrible even fucking tipsy.