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Chapter 5 - I'm Picking You Up

Katsuki sighed and looked back at Izuku, who had his hands in his pockets and was slouched over.

" Oh, come on. Don't act all bratty now. " Katsuki rolled his eyes, looking Izuku up and down.

" You didn't have to fucking grab me like that! "

" Watch your tone... "

" You... fine! I didn't want to talk to you anyway! " Izuku snapped, turning his back to Katsuki. Katsuki just scoffed, shaking his head.

" Izuku. The tone. "

" ...yes. " Izuku mumbled, getting quiet. Katsuki huffed before grabbing Izuku by the shoulder, not hard enough to hurt but it was quite firm. He turned Izuku to face him and looked him in the eyes.

" Apologize. " Katsuki demanded, not loosening his grip on Izuku's shoulder.

Izuku paused and looked down, he still hated apologies. It would take him a second to gather his thoughts and actually apologize. As Izuku turned his attention to the ground, Katsuki grabbed his jaw and pulled it upward, forcing Izuku to look him in the eyes. Izuku gulped and his hands went limp by his side.

" Sorry. " He muttered, it was insincere and noticeable.

Katsuki didn't say anything for a moment but spoke softly after.

" What for? "

" Fuck you mean, 'what for'? "

" What are you sorry for? 'Sorry' isn't going to cut it."

" Sorry for... uhm... " Izuku paused, he wasn't exactly sorry for anything. What had Katsuki yelled at him for again? Tone. Right.

" Sorry for my... tone? " It wasn't a statement, more like a question. Katsuki sighed and let go of Izuku, stepping back.

"Good for now. We still need to work at that, but we'll continue this later."

" What do you mean-"

" Enough asking ' what I mean ', if you don't know, you don't know."

Izuku didn't respond, Katsuki had once again left him speechless.

Katsuki's phone started ringing and he didn't answer it right away, he waited for a second. Izuku glanced at Katsuki's pocket confused on why he wasn't answering it. Katsuki sighed before pulling it out and answering the call. He turned away from Izuku, speaking in a low tone. Izuku couldn't make out much of what Katsuki was saying, but here's what he could.

" What do you mean you lost him? "

" Do I have to take matters into my own hands? "

" We're having a... talk later. "

Katsuki said the word ' talk ' quite weirdly. Like he didn't really mean
' talk ' when he said ' talk. ' You know? Katsuki suddenly hung the phone up and he looked kind of irritated. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and turned to face Izuku, a serious expression now on his face.

" I have some business I need to take care of. I'll be picking you up at eight o'clock as an apology . "
It wasn't an offer, he basically said,

" I'm picking you up at eight o'clock, doesn't matter if you want me to or not . You better be ready by then . "

Izuku just nodded and turned, walking to his car, as did Katsuki. Izuku arrived home and went into the kitchen. He lived in an apartment alone, so it wasn't that spacious. He dropped his bag on the counter, walking over to the pantry and scanning it. He hadn't been grocery shopping this week so he was low on food. He rolled his eyes before grabbing a bag of chips and going to the living room.

He sat on the couch and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV. He checked his phone, it was six O'clock now, he had Two hours until Katsuki showed up. Where were they even going? Izuku sighed, he didn't know if he would have to change or anything. He glanced down and looked at his outfit. It was pretty plain, he was wearing a gray shirt with the a green jacket, and some dark blue Jeans. Izuku shook his head, Katsuki had said he had business to take care of, so Izuku wasn't going to try and contact him. Wait. Nevermind, he was.

Izuku : Where are you taking me?

Izuku : Do I need to change?

As expected, Izuku didn't get a response. He just decided that he wasn't going to change, he was too lazy for that. As Izuku watched the TV, the news started talking about a 'mafia' that was starting up in Tokyo. Funny, that was where Izuku lived. Immediately, he got quite intrigued. He turned the volume up and listened closely, he was... well, stunned. Apparently, the Mafia was called the Dynamight's , the leader was a man with short, spiky, sandy blond hair with choppy bangs that hang over his eyebrows. His eyes are sharp and bright blood red crimson colored . Little did Izuku know, that resembled someone he was in contact with. Someone he shouldn't be in contact with.

" Oh this is such bullshit. It's obviously fake. " Izuku muttered to himself, he rolled his eyes and leaned forwards on the couch.

As he continued to watch TV, the doorbell rang. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, then he pulled out his phone. It was already eight o'clock. Izuku huffed but stood up and shuffled to the door, opening it. Katsuki had changed outfits once again, and was now wearing what most would call a regular suit. A white button up, black jacket, black dress pants. Izuku was definitely underdressed but he was not about to go change. Katsuki looked Izuku up and down before speaking.

" Do you even have any nicer clothes? "

" Like a suit? "

" Yes, like a suit. "

" No, "

" Fuck, fine, we'll just buy you one. " Katsuki gestured for Izuku to walk outside, which Izuku did. Izuku paused.

" Wait, what do you mean we'll buy me one? " Izuku questioned, looking at Katsuki. Katsuki stopped walking to the car and turned back around to face Izuku.

" Already with the ' what do you mean '? " Katsuki asked. " But you'll see. " He added. Izuku didn't respond, he knew he wouldn't get a direct answer. So instead, he just followed Katsuki to the car and got in the passenger seat.