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The nerd was embarrassed.
Katsuki had expected tears. Maybe even some anger.
But no.
He was just fucking embarrassed!
And not in the “oh, no now everybody will know I’ve had some awful shit to said to me. Fuck, please don’t think of me different” sort of way, but in the “I’m sorry for being a bother and taking up your time. Haha oops silly me” sort of way.
And.
AND!
He was FUCKING APOLOGIZING.
Deku’s back looked like something from a slasher film and the idiot was smiling at them embarrassed and apologizing.
Like seriously how could the nerd even-
“Oh!”
He looks over to see a look of realization on the nerd’s face. Maybe he-
“Kacchan! You got hit too. Are you okay?”
Motherfu-
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!”
Deku just blinks back at him confused.
Katsuki wants to punch him. He really, really does.
He won’t.
But damn if he doesn’t want too.
It’s not like Deku doesn’t know about the disaster that was his back. They’d shown him. Recovery Girl had felt it would be best to show him the damage as soon as possible. The words were Deku’s secret, not theirs. He had the right to know.
But she also needed to wrap the wounds. It took twenty-four hours for the wounds to fully ‘heal’ themselves into what could be permanent scars. She wanted to keep them bandaged until then. She wanted to get this done before Deku woke up. She’d said something about minimizing the pain that way.
So she’d had him take pictures.
She’d had him take fucking pictures using his phone.
Different angles. Close ups. Distance shots. Every. Single. Fucking. Word. Sentence. Phrase. Documented on his phone.
He had a good feeling she knew most of those words had come from his mouth.
Then when Deku had finally woken up and become coherent enough to ask questions she’d had him show the idiot. She had him hold the phone so Deku could see, and scroll through every fucking last picture like he was telling Deku some fucked up bed time story.
When he got to the last picture. A close-up of the back of the boy’s neck. A close-up of that god-awful sentence, Deku had asked if the words were permanent.
Recovery Girl didn’t have an answer.
Katsuki had been sure the nerd was going to cry.
In all honestly, he felt like the nerd should cry.
Fuck, he’d cried.
Deku didn’t cry.
He just nodded and started apologizing. Started acting embarrassed.
And now they were here.
Fuck.
“Kacchan?”
He wants to strangle this nerd. He wants to shake him until this dumb fucking idiot realizes that his back is literally covered in Katsuki’s words.
He wants… he wants…
He sighs, stands, turns, and lifts his shirt. He hears the idiot gasp.
“Ka-eh?”
He drops his shirt and sits back down.
“You can call me Kacchan stupid.”
“But… but your back… it says-”
“I know what it says and I’m saying it’s not what you think.”
“But-”
“Shut up, Deku!”
Deku snaps his mouth shut. Katsuki presses his hands to his face.
He just can’t deal with this right now. He needs to deal with this right now. He can’t deal with this right now.
“Who called you a villain?”
He looks back at the nerd, because… really…
The nerd looks determined. Like once he knew who called Katsuki a villain he was going to go find them, give them a stern talking to, and then beat the shit out of every one of Katsuki’s unhappy feelings.
… there was something seriously fucking wrong with this nerd.
“Deku,” he begins because apparently like always things have to spelled out to the stupid shitty faced idiot. “You do realize that you literally look like you’ve been thrown into a meat grinder, right?” He gestures to the bloody bandages. “You do realize that the things I FUCKING TOLD YOU ARE WRITTEN ON YOUR GOD DAMN BODY!?!”
Deku doesn’t even seem startled by his yelling he just… he just…
He just fucking smiles.
“Oh that,” he gestures weakly to his back as well. “Those are all in the past Kacchan. They don’t bother me anymore. I mean at one time they did, but I… well you heard Recovery Girl. In a few hours the wounds will heal and I mean… they’ll scar but I already have a lot of scars so what’s a few more, yea?”
And then somehow the idiot smiles wider.
He’s just fucking smiling!
Katsuki looks back at the bloody bandages. Thinks about the pictures still on his phone. Thinks about how his own wounds had stopped bleeding a long, long time ago.
He stands.
“You’re a horrible liar Deku.”
And then he leaves.
He can’t deal with this right now.
He needs to sleep.
He needs to eat.
He needs to think.
And then…
Then he’s going to fucking fix this.