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A TEASE A DYA BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  003

THE BLONDES ARE TAKING OVER THIS CHAPTER there's denki who can borderline be counted as blonde, katsuki who's pretty blonde, and the overly confident boy who's probably blonde too.

"AY AY AY WAIT FOR ME!!"

Y/N hares towards the blob of mustard and ketchup in the distance, tousled bangs recoiling along with each step. His arm extends forth as attempts to reach Denki's back.

Making out Y/N's voice from a gap, Denki increases his pace and treads faster to avoid being thought to be in league with the freak screeching at the back, lips just murmuring persistently, "God, I don't know who this guy is. I don't know who this guy is, I don't know w-tssss, you're so heavy!"

Arms slithered on Denki's neck and legs fastened around his waist like kinky tentacles, Y/N lodges on his back like chewed up gum as he lugs at Denki's ear and yells into it, "I thought we were best friends Denki?!"

Denki flinches at the strident volume and dodges his head from Y/N's claws, but before he even reacts and lashes the squid on his back off-

-the hardcore punk boy beside him makes his act first, he gawks at his friend with overly expanded anime eyes, "Kaminari you got a new best friend??!?! What about me, are you leaving me??" He gasps and clutches his chest in the Berkoff way, mouth agape as he points a trembling finger at Denki with his free hand.

"Of course not, you're my one and only," Denki purrs in a pompous fashion, pouting his bottom and fluttering his lashes at Kirishima - which gains him a punch on the shoulder from the latter and a brief but firm choke at the waist from Y/N.

"I'm getting goosebumps," Y/N shivers from Denki's 'sweet' talk and rests his on the stiff boy's shoulder in intimacy, "but KiriKami though."

Denki: "????"

"Your cp with Kirishima."

"Oh, Jesus take the wheel."

Now it's Kirishima's turn to be perplexed, he pivots to Denki with a puzzled frown tipping his lips downwards - which Denki receives and explains then, "Couple." Regaled by the sight of Kirishima's jaw slacking in sheer scepticism (this untainted boy's probably never even heard of yaoi or bl culture), he puts a hand on his back.

"????!!?!?!"

When Kirishima's head snaps to his direction to confirm, Denki just dips his head with a stifled grin towing at his folded lips, the coral tint blenching at the pressure, "Yes, I know."

"Heiheihei."

"Is that burning wheat head there Katsuki?" Y/N asks the other whilst he narrows his eyes at chafing silhouette in a further range beside a tree by the sidewalks, "well it seems it is, from that unmistakable hedgehog hair. I'm gonna go irrita-I mean talk to him."

Bidding a hasten goodbye to the mustard and ketchup duo, Y/N steps up his speed and plods towards Katsuki to save the tree from a fate of being set aflame.

"Uh ... s-see you tomorrow!" Denki blurts out as a salmon flush sifts across his cheeks and the tip of his ears flare up.

Y/N hums in response, letting out an amused chuckle at his face, "Alright, Den-ki."

"Katsuki!"

The said person turns a deaf ear to the voice shrieking at him behind, he continues striding his way along the streets, hands prodding into his pockets. Katsuki deeply inhales and exhales, teeth gritting against each other and searing eyes shut for a second.

Getting the point that Katsuki is most likely not going to make any response anytime soon, Y/N slopes his head and blocks his way with a grin that makes Katsuki want to slap him all the way to Texas, "You know what your name reminds me of?" He leans in.

Still, Katsuki refuses to speak or give any form of response, but the subtle quail of his eyebrows and twitch by the side of his lips rats him out. Y/N swivels to walk shoulder-by-shoulder with him and simpers at the reaction he wanted and got.

"Ya know Deidara? The Ino-lookalike in Naruto?" he adjourns for a second to let Katsuki think, then he exclaims, his hands gesturing in the air, "He goes katsu katsu!"

Instantly, Katsuki's face dims down and wrings into a scowl. Spinning his head to Y/N direction, the latter can see the swollen veins streaming along his face, and Katsuki snarls, "Screw off."

"Kats-"

"I said," he heaves a hefty gulp of air whilst he sinks his head, letting murkiness cast over his eyes, "fuck off." His hand reaches up to run through his hair as he loiters.

"What the fuck is wrong with you."

There it is, the same words he's heard so many times in his short life and it's so frequent that he-

"Alright I'm going plan 6," attaining the limit of his patience, Y/N seizes Katsuki's wrist and drags him off into the opposite direction of where they were walking to.

Katsuki wrangles against his firm grip which he to no avail, couldn't impel off off his reddening wrists. He redirects his focus to Y/N and snaps, exposing the ignited blaze within his crimson irises to him, "Oi! Where are you bringing me?" Seeing no response, he draws his arm back with duress and continues, "Tch, I can walk by myself."

"Just follow me I'll bring you to this one place I used to work at," Y/N says as he snatches Katsuki's wrist again, taking no reaction to his protests, the corner of his lips hefts into a devious beam, "I think you'll fall in love with it once you get there."

"Hmph, I better."

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"What's this?"

The two teens stand in front of the entrance of a stairwell to a dubious place from the flashing neon signs and posters pinned on the walls beside that seem like it would belong outside a strip club or bar.

"An anger room, of course," Y/N says like they can even identify which sign belongs to where they're going exactly from all the blinding neon shit, settling an arm around Katsuki's neck (he has to tiptoe a little to reach).

"Are you sure it isn't an underground place for drug dealing or shit?"

Y/N sighs whilst shaking his head at Katsuki, putting more of his weight above him. "Yeah it is shady but it's the cheapest in the area, man," as he shrugs in his regular casual manner, he smacks Katsuki on his back to assure him, "and it's gonna be fine! You've got me bro, livin' on the streets with the yakuza roaming around since childhood."

"Hmph, I'll trust you for once," Katsuki murmurs in an almost faded volume, he folds his arms and turns his head away from Y/N's vision, chin upright to the sky, vain as always.

"Oh and just saying before we go in, you gotta pay for yourself because I'm broke as fuck to pay the price for two people."

"But you said it was cheap?" Katsuki turns his head back and arches a brow at him.

"I gotta save every penny I can, I pay my sister's school fees too man," Y/N answers and just stares at the front equipped with a tranquil smile like nothing can go wrong (everything goes to shit).

"So is that why I always see you around everywhere?" Digging his hands into his pocket, Katsuki adds, "part-timing?"

"You do?" surprised by the fact, Y/N questions as he glances in Katsuki's direction.

"MCD, that one boba tea chain shop, Familymart, this fancy restaurant," Katsuki lists out most of the places he has seen the boy at.

"Oh, all except the boba tea one. I quit since they procrastinated to give me my salary," as if to add to it, he laughs faintly at himself before changing the topic, "anyways, let's get in man. We're blocking the way."

Detaching his forelimb from Katsuki's shoulder, he treads towards the dim stairwell and makes his way down to the front counter of the anger room. He wedges a thousand yen note at the man guarding the doorway to the place, conveying him an ingratiating simper. The man takes a glimpse at Y/N and steps aside, nodding.

The entrance room is coated with an amber, crimson wash, some of the walls are slightly cracked and torn, revealing the original beige colour from it, and the front counter stows in the middle of two doors leading to who knows where.

Y/N wends his way over towards the boy wholly focusing on gliding through his phone by the counter, he winches up an arm and spanks the boy in the head, "Aye, Kaito."

"Aish-who the fu-Oh L/N," Kaito's head ascends and he sets his phone down on the desk beside him. "You comin' back to work here or somethin'?" he queries and arcs a brow, bracing an elbow on the counter and easing his jaw on the back of his hand.

"Nah, just bringing a friend here to take out his anger issues," Y/N ridicules whilst gesturing at the wheat head beside him that has been silent for some time.

"Oh okay then," Kaito gives Katsuki a brief glance before continuing as he twists back to get the safety equipment for them, "how many minutes?"

"Two for ten minutes, just the usual one for people new to this."

"Alright, take these clothes and I'll lead you guys to the room," placing the stack of navy jumpers on the counter, he turns around to exit the checkout and walk forth to the door on the left.

Y/N and Katsuki trailed behind him through the door and over to a corridor of wine, carmine colour hues, they progress by a number of doors marked with a variety of symbols. Some weakly echoing whimpers that make people go into the crooked region of their minds and others clamouring with the sound of someone sparring. Until they halt at a door with the fragile icon, does Katsuki's frown allay a little. A grin stretches upon Y/N's lips at his rich of interest in this place, as it's been a while since he's visited and a lot has undergone change.

He peers to his side, to see Katsuki run his narrowed eyes over the area with heed as a result of the suspicious noises they previously heard. Muffling a snicker, Y/N kinks his brows at him and asserts in amusement, "Don't tell me you haven't been to one of these underground businesses."

Earning an irked lour from Katsuki, Y/N surrenders with his hands before his chest, palms facing outwards, he chuckles. "Okay, okay now put on your protection man," he holds up an orange helmet as well as a pair of gloves in one hand, gesturing at it, "I don't wanna get scolded by my future-parents-in-law if you get hurt or somethin'."

Katsuki rips the equipment off Y/N's hands and puts it on, but not before giving the latter a toxin-brimmed remark, "Even if I get hurt it's none of your business! And who the fuck's your future-parents-in-law, you're not gonna meet them!"

"Who knows."

Before Katsuki begins his rampage, Y/N disrupts his spiralling fury by tossing him a baseball bat all of a sudden, "Here, catch this."

"You can start."

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"Soooo," Y/N drags on the end of the syllable as he lazes his head on his intertwined hand behind, idly sealing his eyes shut whilst they walk along the streets, "How was it?"

They have just finished their prolonged two-hour session, thronged with Katsuki flinging his bat to the side to instead wield his explosive quirk, Y/N wrecking glass bottles at the sidelines and springing up and about the room to avoid the searing fireballs constantly shadowing after him.

"It was okay," Katsuki, proud and egotistical as he always is, responds with a typical answer to such question whilst he folds his arm and acts the part of proud.

"Only okay?"

"I even skipped my part-time job this afternoon for you," Y/N holds a hand under his nose as he sniffles until he couldn't mute his smile and he says, "and are you sure because ... who was the one yelling to add ten more minutes and more mannequins to break again?"

"Tch."

"Alright, I'll stop."

"Where's your house, I'll send you there like the gentleman I am."

"More like stalker," Katsuki sneers with his nasal, evidently distance himself from said stalker to show - to no avail, since the stalker slinks an arm around his shoulder to keep him from creating more gap between them.

"For you I don't mind being one."

Katsuki almost jumps and soar into his temper as he strolls, "You-I-"

"Oya, you're angry?" Y/N teases, his eyes squint into a roguish grin as he outstretches his hand to graze at Katsuki's forehead as if to test his temperature.

Katsuki slaps his hand away as soon it scrapes against his skin, a crease crinkles at his forehead with his vexation, he shouts, "Yes I am! Now fuck off!"

"Alright alright! Just let me ..." Y/N lets out a slipped laugh at first then he trails off.

"Let you wh-"

Y/N pinches Katsuki's chin, drawing him closer whilst he grasps Katsuki's wrist post-haste to extinguish the readied offence in his palms. And before Katsuki acts on his own instinct to struggle out of his grip, he turns his head and feels a sultry, plumed peck on his lips.

HONG!

The chafe ended within a mere second but both their faces burst into a wide diversity of colour ranges, from a pale green to white then to crimson. Eye widened and mouth agape, they stare at each other, stunned. Y/N is the first to pull back from his stupor, he blinks his eyes then overlays his hand atop his lips as he hacks in a rigid demeanour.

He did not expect Katsuki to twist his face at the exact moment he tried to kiss his cheek quickly.

Composing himself with a collected facade - too calm to be like his normal self - he cracks the silence with his voice, "I-I-it w-w-wasn't-I gotta go, s-since my little sister's probably waiting for me at home."

"SO BYE! "

Until he's several roads away from the person he wants to really hide from at the moment, Y/N halts his footsteps and breathes in slowly as he stirs a hand through his dishevelled hair with his brows furrowed.

Fuck.

He messed up.

And when Katsuki finally reacts over, only to find Y/N's already-bolting back view across the street, and vONG!-Wisps of flames begin crackling behind his back.

"FUCKER, COME BACK AND FIGHT ME FACE ON!"

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"S/N!"

"Yeah?" her voice reverberates from the kitchen.

"I gotta go first so I'm just gonna grab this milk and go!" plucking the carton of milk from the table surface, Y/N scuttles to the doorway and crams his shoes on in urgency.

"Okay! Don't forget your keys!"

Y/N hums at the top of his voice in reply, he departs from the house, slamming the door shut behind him so harsh that even S/N cringes at the volume. Seeing as the elevator will take longer for him to go down, he sprints down the tapered and rundown stairway, from the eighth level to ground level.

Out of the apartment and down the streets by the zebra crossings, Y/N leans against the lamp post, eyeing the decreasing bright red digits beside the tiny red human symbol on the traffic lights. Just as he groans in tedium, a pot of fair hair in the bustling crowd intercepts his attention, and from peering at his side profile - Y/N blows a whistle at it internally.

Honed jaw and rather pasty skin, he strikes most to be somewhat feminine-looking at first impression but his broader shoulders say otherwise. His fringe dangles over his left eye, indigo irises pouring forth with confidence, and pale red lips pursed.

"My eyes have been blessed for the day," Y/N indistinctly mumbles into his palms veiling over his mouth, eyes glued to the blonde head a distance away.

"Eh? We're going the same way?" realising they've been walking the same way the whole time, Y/N can't help but doubt that it's rather sceptical that it can't be a coincidence or anything similar. Well, until he gets a glimpse of the front of the boy's blazer and recalls the familiar-looking green stripes on it, "Oh, Yuuei High School."

Waiting for the metro to arrive at the station, Y/N feasts his eyes on the beauty in the configuration of that blonde boy, he gets overly engrossed into it that the advent of the train doesn't process through his eyes nor his ears - up till the announcement resounds through the platform, does he act over and use his quirk to catch up to the closest shutting metro door.

As he steps in the train, his foot just about to get snared by the sliding doors, Y/N makes it and brooks a breath of relief. Reminiscing the slight horrors of the moment just before, he curses profanities in a low tone whilst he clutches onto a suspended strap handle, "Holy fuck, that was close."

Ten minutes later, after Y/N gets off the train.

"Excuse me."

Y/N's head snaps to the direction of the speaker and meets a pair of violet pupils. His voice is neither deep nor high, regulated at a median pitch - differing it from most people's voices. It gives people a pleasant sensation to their ears despite his malice-pervaded words, and Y/N is no exception to the sorcery of his tonality.

Y/N staggers a little before answering the boy, "Yeah?"

"Can you like..." he starts strongly but tapers off, the boy presses his lips together as if there's something in his mind stalling him from speaking further.

"Yes?"

His blenching lips part, sighing with exasperation, he goes on, "Can you stop following me?"

"???!!?!"

"You've been following me since like twenty minutes ago on the street just below my apartment and your stare is uncomfortable."

Listening on till this point, Y/N finally can't continue restraining his laugh and doubles over right in the middle of the station platform. It isn't until retches of tears brim his eyes does he straighten up and says to the boy with a sweet smile adorning his lips, "Overly imagining things is an illness, I think you should go to a doctor bro."

"Because I live there in an apartment close by too."

"Then why are you coming down on the same station as me?" the boy doesn't concede he's wrong and persists to ask, chin angling upwards at Y/N.

"I'm a Yuuei student too," hauling the exact same blazer from his shoulder, Y/N sways it up in front of him for the boy to see, "See~"

Even the blank face can't conceal the boy's atmosphere that turned blatantly awkward but that doesn't stop his never-ending loop of questions still, "What class are you in? Are you a senior or something?"

"Nope, just got in this month from the exam."

"Then-"

"Buddy, are you sure you don't want to hurry up?" Y/N cuts him off, a mocking smile tugging at his lips as he points at the looming clock on top of one of the entrances to the station, "It's almost time for class to start now."

"Oh fuck! "

The boy hastens towards the front, outright ending his conversation with Y/N to steer clear of a late mark on his attendance chart.

"See you~"

Y/N only dispatches a classic™ wink to him.

"Shut up!"

TO NOTE

i've been looking through these chapters and god, when i compared it to this one bnha oneshot i read.

it was fucking horrendous - but i'll just take my time and write properly so it would be of better quality?