Friends With the Monster | [BKDK]

[cynnabnnuy]

Katsuki could see the other, but he couldn't gauge the distance well enough. He looked close, but it took him longer to approach than expected, and that was... frustrating. He couldn't see properly, but it was... it would be fine, right? He'd have to be fine, right?

When sat beside, he lowered himself with a huff of feigned annoyance at the other's comment. He was too far to reach properly, which was fair, but the monster was too sullen to care. Instead, he simply sat through it, looking away at the praises directed at him before sighing and continuing to huff at times. It was difficult not to lean into the hand on his jaw, but soon it was too much. His head tilted to lean in, eyes slipping shut as a rocky purring emerged from his chest, rumbling through him as he let the other work. He was too tired to care or hadn't realized what he was doing, but he was at least being still aside from the sway of his tail and occasional twitch.

When both hands held his face, the purr stopped abruptly, his eyes shooting open before he gave a puff of air through his nose. Why the fuck did this idiot get to be so pretty? Why was he purring? His face was red, but whether that was from the scrubbing or a flush was up for debate.

He nodded and pulled away to get off his knees, legs crossing awkwardly as he snatched the bag brought for him to rifle through it. Its contents made him pause, though, his brows creasing at the sight of the clothes he wouldn't be able to wear properly anymore. Namely the shirts that would no longer fit his frame. In any other case, it could have been pushed off as normal teen shit, growing up and growing out of them, but this wasn't normal.

Trembling hands grabbed one of the shirts, the first black one with the skull printed on the front that he found. He'd had at least three, but one had been lost to the league after being kidnapped. Although, clawed fingers dug into the fabric, gripping at it as burning tears welled in his eyes. He hadn't cried about this before, but that fucking got him. His face contorted with the pain brought by the tears before he flung the item away and settled on carefully turning the bag to empty it and shove through the items for the stationery.

Once he got that, he fumbled with getting one pencil before prying open a notebook to write. Two very different notes in barely legible handwriting. Looks like he'll have to relearn that as well. Great. But, once done, the first note was left for Izuku.
'I'll be back to eat in a second. You better have brought something good, nerd.'

With that, he stood shakily, stumbling a few steps before composing himself and making his way to the window. He had demands, but what would one expect from him? So, gathering saliva in his mouth for a moment, he wet part of the paper before slapping it onto the window and walking back to sit back in his corner. He wanted the pit inside him gone.
'I want a bed. And tea. I'm fucking starving and my throat is dry as shit.'

[honeybee]

Kacchan purring was something he never thought he'd get to see, and cleaning him up while the other was doing so made it very difficult for Izuku to keep a straight face. The man was relaxed enough to purr, something he definitely couldn't do before the... change. Still, though, Izuku could feel heat rise up his neck and settle on his face. He wanted Kacchan to not be miserable, but he knew that would be a hard goal to achieve.

Pulling his hands back, he watched Kacchan curiously as he rifled through the bag, though when he saw him looking at the shirts, he felt his chest tighten. Seeing the tears, maybe he should've left the clothes that wouldn't fit back at his dorm... for his own use.

"H-Hey-- it's okay, you don't--" The item is flung and Izuku flinches instinctively, heart pounding in his chest. Okay, okay. He was going to have to be careful about what he did and didn't bring, he didn't know what would trigger his anger. Glancing to the shirt that had been thrown, he decides he'll have to take them back after he left in the morning, he didn't plan on leaving just yet. Returning his attention back to Kacchan, he watches his turnover the bag and, while the other went on to write, Izuku gently gathered the other clothes that likely wouldn't fit, aside from the sweatpants he knew would be big enough with how baggy they were on himself and sets them aside to take back later. Maybe he could make the older shirts into a big-enough shirt...

He'll get Momo and Mina to help him, maybe.

As Katsuki got up, Izuku lifted his gaze to watch, but doesn't for long as he looks to the scribbled note left for him, and quickly realizes he's going to get more notebooks for Kacchan to practice his writing again. Maybe let him keep a personal journal for him to write his thoughts out if he needed to. Something to help the blond cope. Izuku's mind was running rapidly as he tries to think of how he could make this better. But, inevitably, there was only so much he could do.

"I.. made some sandwiches. It's not much but.." He pulls out the plastic-wrapped sandwiches made with deli meats, unwrapping them and placing them down. "And I've brought water, too." Grabbing the two bottles, he uncaps one of them, though lifts his gaze. "Is there anything else you needed? I--" The door opens behind him, and in walks Aizawa with a futon mattress rolled up under his arm.

"Here. Should be big enough. I have to go somewhere, but there's a camera." He jerks his head toward the camera in the corner, eyes on the Nomu. Izuku scrambles to stand and make his way toward his teacher, nodding.

"Thanks, sensei. I'll make sure he has everything he needs." Izuku says, grabbing the futon mattress. His teacher lets his gaze linger on Katsuki, looking him over, before speaking up.

"If there's a way to fix it, we'll find it. But don't think I won't defend this school if you try and destroy it. You were a good student despite your temper. I'd rather not have that change." With that, Aizawa turns and leaves the two of them alone with a heavy slam of the door, and Izuku looks to Katsuki.

"I'll... set this up while you eat." Almost sheepishly, Izuku turns and goes to unroll the futon mattress a few feet from Kacchan, giving him a little space for the moment.

[cynnabnnuy]

He saw the way Izuku flinched. He knew he was scared of him. And he should be. It was safer if he was seen as a threat, but it still didn’t make him feel any fucking better. His eyes stayed downwards, trying to hide behind what hair he had left as he sought out the writing supplies.

There was little else to do, but the thought of having to relearn how to do what seemed like everything to accommodate the new additions was far more belittling than the cell he was in. He didn’t want to live like this. But, he wasn’t allowed to die yet either. It was not going to be a fun ride. At least there was someone there who still held some kind of positive position in the blonde’s heart. At least there was someone there. There wasn’t much to be thankful for, but at least he didn’t have to be alone, even if it hurt being around Izuku like this.

Grunting at the offer of sandwiches, he looked back at the boy, eyes watching him move as he noted the food. There was meat in them, of course, but it wasn’t the right kind according to his nose. Regardless, once seated, he grabbed one of the sandwiches before biting into it and lifting a hand to cover his open cheeks as he chewed. First there was the issue of things falling out, but he also did not want Izuku having to see whatever it looked like when he ate. It felt gross. He nodded at the water, though, swallowing with some strain before taking the bottle and setting his sandwich down for a moment.

When the door opened, he looked up at his former teacher, expression unchanging as he watched him from across the cell, tail flicking the tip against the floor. He knew there was a fucking camera, he wasn’t stupid, but he gave a gruff sound of affirmation regardless.

The words earned… something akin to a scoff, a huff following as the door slammed shut before he looked over at the other. He knew they wouldn’t fix him. He’d died, hadn’t he? How could they expect to reverse that? Or bring back the missing part of his skull and scalp? It’d be better staying like he was now than being partially bald. He was vain, and he’d known he had nice hair. Going bald was not an option he was willing to go through with. He’d rather have exposed brain.

But, he nodded at the offer, shifting to face where Izuku wouldn’t be able to see his mouth as he started to eat what had been offered. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. That wasn’t what got him, though. The pit only continued growing the more he tried to eradicate it. He didn’t understand, he didn’t know what to do, but… Finishing up his sandwich, he moved onto the water left uncapped for him, holding it carefully to avoid puncturing it before he lifted it to his lips.

That failed miserably.

His lack of cheeks left most of the fluid dribbling from his mouth and down his chin, dripping off as he paused for a moment. It was humiliating. He could work around it, but he couldn’t exactly wipe his face with his hands’ modified as they were. So, he had to leave it there, hoping it’d dry before the other came back as he tilted his head to essentially waterfall the liquid to his throat directly. It was less messy, but some water was still lost on the process.

Regardless, he finished that as well before standing to bring the bedding Izuku brought to the futon, dropping it on before returning to his seat. He went to write after that, hesitating as he did before offering the other a few statements and questions.
’Don’t let my mother know’
‘Don’t bring the others here, either’
‘Try and keep your distance- I don’t know what I’ll do if you keep touching me, but I don’t think it would be good’
‘Why are You here? Where the fuck am I? How long has it been? Why am I not dead? And what the hell am I supposed to do now?’

[honeybee]

As Izuku made sure the futon was laid out, he can't help the way he glances to Katsuki, noticing the way he was facing away from him. It hurt him, knowing he couldn't make eating or anything easier for him - not without medical intervention, anyway. And he was sure Kacchan wouldn't want to go through even more body changes, especially with what he's going through now.

Izuku's gaze follows the tail, before he snaps it away and stands, looking down at the futon mattress. It was one of the bigger sizes, good for Kacchan to lay on. Would it be comfortable enough, though?

He returns slowly, though doesn't sit as he looks at the exposed brain on Katsuki's head. It looked... painful, even though he knew that realistically, the human brain felt no pain. He quickly thinks to ask Aizawa if there was anything that could be done, and he wonders if he'd be able to get a hat in the mean time. Just... to avoid anything getting into the exposed brain. Swallowing thickly, he watches as Katsuki finishes and goes to put the bedding he'd brought to the futon. His heart flutters a little in his chest, glad that Kacchan was accepting the things he'd brought. He's glad to see he had eaten, too, even if it wasn't what he wanted. Part of him wonders if he should bring raw steaks for him, another part thinks Kacchan would find it even more humiliating, to be treated like a wild animal.

"I-If you want something specific to eat, I can get it for you next time." Izuku pipes up, once he notices that Katsuki was starting to write again. He makes his way back to the pillow he'd been sitting on, settling down with his legs crossed as he watches with genuine fascination, impressed that, even despite everything he's gone through, Kacchan still knew how to write well enough. Especially full sentences. Kacchan really was amazing...

But, the words written make him feel pretty sad, he knew Mitsuki's been worried about her son at least enough for him to hear from his own mom. And to not tell Kirishima and the others? They'd catch on that something was up - he wouldn't be able to hide this from them forever. But, he nods some.

"Okay." He says, voice quiet. He swallows thickly at the warning to not touch him, lifting his face with an only mild expression of worry. Not for himself - but for Katsuki. He knew the other needed comfort and support, but how was he to do that without touching him? Not to mention this pull Izuku felt, wanting to keep close and feel Katsuki's warmth. So, he brings his attention back to the note, looking over the questions.

"... I'm here because I was the one that found you... and I wasn't going to not see you. You've been missing for over six months." He quietly folds up the note, just... to give his hands something to do as he refuses to look at him. "You're in the reinforced basement of Yuuei - they're keeping you here to keep a close eye and... to see if they can rehabilitate you enough for you to return to school. But... I don't think they expected... this much of a change." He swallows thickly, hands shaking. "They weren't sure what was going to happen when you got rescued from the league - they thought you were a lost cause anyway. I-- I had to beg them to let me look for you but-- it was just chance that we managed to find that lab--" Tears are welling up in Izuku's eyes as he tries to steady his breathing. "Sensei told me they were looking for medical experts to see if there's a way to make you more normal again. Maybe... maybe not a hundred percent but enough where you won't hate yourself.." His hands are shaking as he tucks the note away.

"All there is to do now is.. wait." Lifting his gaze, his hands squeeze as he tries not to reach out for the other. Not for Katsuki's comfort, but his own. "And I'm going to wait with you."

[cynnabnnuy]

Red eyes flicked up to Izuku at the comment, his nose twitching a bit before he gave a low sound in return. It could've been neutral or in agreement, but he wasn't about to comment on that at the moment. He focused on writing legibly, albeit struggling to do so as he moved the pencil over the paper. However, once Izuku had the note, he was writing again, listening as he made vague requests for various things he'd liked before.

He paused at the answer of how long he'd been gone, body tensing as his tail flicked, thumping at the ground before he huffed and shook his head. Of course. It wasn't the longest someone had been missing, but seriously? Did it take seriously them six months to find him? And he was supposed to trust these fuckers to care after fumbling around on their asses that long? His chest tightened, but the frustration had him noticing something. His heart was still beating.

That wasn't right. He'd died. He knew he had died. He'd felt it! How could he still be living? Sure, he hadn't stopped breathing, but he also didn't make a conscious effort to do so, instead trying to use it to retain some of his humanity.

Faltering at the mention of returning to classes, he paused, lips pressed together as he moved to turn the notebook page as cautiously as he could manage. He wasn't careful at all, but he was trying his best, even if it ripped and had just to be discarded before he wrote again. "I couldn't go back like this. I'm a monster now, everyone is afraid of nomus, so imagine how they'd feel seeing something like me." Turning the book to show the other, he sighed softly at the other's glossy eyes, knowing he was on the brink of crying, but not trusting himself to reach out to him.

"When they brought me in, did anyone think to check my vitals or anything?" Writing instead of speaking was already getting annoying. "Also, bring shit to learn JSL next time you visit. I don't want to have to write everything because my damn voice is shot."

His breath came in a sigh on the following exhale, his eyes closing for a moment before he let out a low growl and leaned against the wall to his left. It was too difficult to try and rest his head against it, though, so he used the spikes ringing his skull to prop against the structure as he pulled his legs to his chest. He wanted to get out of this room, to be normal, to not suffer so damn much anymore. Impossible desires, but he couldn't let himself cry, even if the tears pricked the back of his nose in a warning. "Why?" It was open-ended, but as he asked, his head turned slightly, his eyes returning to the green ones before him yet again. There were so many "why"s in his head, but he sure as hell wasn't asking all of them.

[honeybee]

He knew Katsuki was right - even if the rehabilitation and medical intervention worked, Katsuki wouldn't ever be the same. It pained him, knowing he'd never have a normal future again. Kacchan wouldn't be able to do the things he's always wanted, wouldn't be able to become a hero like he was meant to become.

Tears silently rolled down his cheeks, forcing himself to look down at his lap in silence as he quietly wipes the wetness from his face. Izuku felt so damn helpless, like there was nothing he could do. He felt quirkless all over again, weak and fragile and just shitty, unable to help him more than he already has. Which, in retrospect, wasn't a lot. When he notices more was written, he nods and forces out a weak little laugh.

"I'll buy a few books for you on it." He says, but he can't think of what else to really say. So, he lifts his gaze to look at Katsuki, and watch the way he tried to get comfortable. Those damn spikes...

Why?

The single-worded question rings through his head. Why? There were so many questions that involved the word. Why did Katsuki have to go through this? Why was he still alive? Why was Izuku trying to save him, even if there was nothing to save? He doesn't really know how, or which, to answer, so he quietly moves from his spot across from Katsuki, to beside him so he can gently lean his weight against his side and rest his head on his shoulder. He smelled so strongly of gunpowder and smoke... It was actually soothing, especially after not having the other for most of the year.

"... I don't know." He says softly. His eyes fall shut as he exhales a slow sigh. "Maybe I should've stayed quirkless. Maybe this wouldn't have happened to you.."

[cynnabnnuy]

Oh, Izuku. You shouldn't have cried so close to Katsuki now that he's free. His eyes watched the water slip down the other's face, how they fell down plush cheeks littered with freckles and dropped to his lap. He looked awful, like he hadn't slept since camp, and hadn't taken any time to relax. And, knowing him? He probably hadn't. It was something he'd worried about before the league slit his throat, but... Nothing he could do about it, and he wasn't willing to say something about it.

The other's reaction made him pause, the warmth of the other against him was gentle, a moment taken as the other leaned on him. His body went rigid, the sickly sweet smell of his sweat growing as his tail flicked at the ground nervously. That pit in his stomach was growing, his breath getting heavier as he pressed away from the other at the soft reply.

The latter suggestions made him pause, his eyes narrowing before he moved to pin the other to the ground, snarling at the thought. "Shut up." His lips twitched at the response, glaring at the other as he panted slightly before leaning down to brush his nose over the wet cheeks, licking slowly. He couldn't wipe them himself, but he'd get rid of them before halting and pulling back, before standing as his face reddened. Great. That was fucking weird, good job, Katsuki.

His hands reached to grab the notebook and pencil before moving to sit a few steps away to write a note that was crumpled and thrown at Izuku. "I told you not to touch me, damn nerd. I can't fucking control myself right now."

[honeybee]

He's oblivious to the thoughts running through Katsuki's mind, too focused on how warm he felt against his cheek. He could fall asleep here, could get used to feeling the other against his side. The idea makes his chest squeeze a little bit, but he knew that the possibility of Katsuki returning any feelings was extremely slim.

Suddenly, he finds himself pinned to the ground, and his eyes shoot wide open. The man above him overshadows him, and the lights above Katsuki resemble that of a halo. He feels his breath hitch in his throat as he stares up at the Nomu, his heart pounding in his chest. "Ka--" Being told to shut up, his lips snapped shut in an instant. As Katsuki leans down, Izuku squeezes his eyes shut--

Only to slowly blink them open as he feels a gentle tongue against his cheeks. Heat floods his face, and he's left stunned on the floor, even as the blond pulls way. That was... different. And it showed him that Katsuki didn't actually want to hurt him. At least - that's not the message he got from the licking. It was making his heart and stomach do weird things as he sits up, just in time for a crumpled note to land on his chest. Opening it, Izuku feels his face burn red.

Kacchan couldn't control himself - did he have... urges? The non-murderous kind...? No, that... that didn't make sense. Why would they let Katsuki have a sexual drive if they were going to make him into a Nomu? Still, though, he's suddenly curious about the different changes Katsuki's full body had gone through. He swallows nervously.

"You... You don't... have to keep control. If you don't want to." He looks slowly to Katsuki, face burning still. "I know you won't hurt me."

[cynnabnnuy]

Growling under his breath as the other tried uttering that damned nickname, he pressed closer, on all fours above the boy as his claws dug into the floor. He hated the lacking impulse control he'd been left with, but there was nothing he could do about it. His body was on edge, and the pit only dug deeper into him as its roots dug through him, heat pooled just below as blood rushed between two extremes. The reddened face was just one of those two.

He sneered at the other at the permission, a low sound escaping his throat before his hand jerked out, motioning broadly to the room before pointing. A clawed finger was directed at the camera as he stared the other down before using both hands to motion over his body. It didn't matter if he wouldn't mean to hurt the other, he wasn't sure he could stop himself if he let go. What if he hurt him on accident? What if he killed him?

The blonde shifted to set the notebook down before he moved to adjust his body, head turned towards the window as his eyes narrowed for a moment again. Was Aizawa back yet? Hopefully not, that would've been fucking humiliating. Glancing back at Izuku, he huffed and shook his head, the unmarred parts of his face still tinged as he crossed his arms in frustration. He didn't get why the nerd was still there. It wasn't like he could be entertaining. He didn't have any interesting stories, and he didn't want to hear about the things his peers got to enjoy without him. They had nothing to talk about, and he was clearly not pleasant to look at.

Izuku was too damn trusting. But, he couldn't bring himself to lash out yet, instead settling to wait until he was alone to attempt to let himself... maybe relax. Probably not, though. At most he'd just let out the overwhelming emotions and try to get rid of the pit inside him.

[honeybee]

When Katsuki points out the little black security camera in the corner of the room, he can't help but stare at it. Cameras weren't... indestructible, right? Then he sees Katsuki gesture over himself and... Izuku felt guilty. Of course Katsuki would feel like a monster, feel like he was ugly. But, all Izuku could see when looking at him was that he was Kacchan. Sure, maybe he's a little bigger... and had a tail... but Izuku could look past that. Could look past the odd-looking mouth and sharp teeth, the blinded eye..

Standing, Izuku steps closer to Katsuki and wraps his arms around the blond's neck. His heart is pounding, knowing that being this close was a recipe for disaster but- he hasn't seen him in months, hasn't had a chance to really show he missed him so much.

"I'm here for you, Kacchan." His voice is so soft. "Because, I love you, you know?" He hesitates before carefully pulling back. His eyes only look to Katsuki's lips for a moment, before he opts for pushes aside blond hair and pressing a kiss to Katsuki's forehead. "I'm staying in here with you tonight so you aren't alone, I know how hard it can be to fall asleep in a new place. So.. I'm gonna go lay down on the futon, okay?" Pulling back, he grabs for one of the shirts Katsuki could no longer wear. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go brush my teeth and use the bathroom." Izuku makes his way towards the door and, after giving Katsuki a smile, he shuts it with his heart pounding, glancing towards where the window was, but... no one was there. Had they really left the two of them unsupervised? He checks the time and-- ah, it's later than he expected.

It takes about fifteen minutes for him to return, now wearing the same shirt he'd picked up. Right before he goes into the room, though, he heads for the control panel and turns the lights down until there was one small, dimly-lit light on so they could still see, but sleep without issue. He also might have "accidentally" turned the camera off, soon making his way to the door.

"No one's watching us, they went home." He says as he enters. "And I turned the camera off." He realizes the implications of turning the camera off, and admitting it, and his face is, once again, burning red. "J-Just so you have a little privacy until they realize and turn it back on."