Stolen Moments

13. I hate the Rain

" Don't get to close, I fear I might show you the fear behind my eyes and then I'll have to see the pain behind yours" ~ Laughing Wolf

Powerful hands beat with a steady pounding rhythm against a black heavy weight sand bag. Sweat runs down a blonde hero's face and bare chest while music floods his ears through his earbuds.

It had been a few days since Katsuki's run in with Izuku and that no good shit who he's dating. He's been moody ever since, nightmares and lack of sleep not helping the situation.

Dating.. the word throbs in Katsuki head like a migraine that bangs around inside his temples making him feel sick and uneasy.

He was foolish to think Izuku wouldn't move on the way that he hadn't in two years. He should have known someone would try to take his place next to the greenett who had so much to offer you needed an entire notebook like the ones that nerd scribbled in to list everything. Izuku had always been perfect in his eyes even when he acted otherwise, it was only a matter of time before someone else knew and acted on that.

He shouldn't be angry, shouldn't be hurt or bitter, after all he's the one who broke things off in the state he was in and walked away for two years without a word.

Yet he is all of those things. All of things that twist inside his chest daily causing a storm to brew.

His mind shifts suddenly, thinking about that boy wonder fuck off that Izuku is hooked up with. He doesn't like him, of course he doesn't, he hates his very existence, hates the air he breathes and if he's being honest he'd love to set that air on fire with a mix of nitroglycerin and fire blast then shove it down his throat till his lungs implode. He loathes him, his face, his voice, his presence. Hate isn't a word to be thrown around lightly but Katsuki knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that he hates him.

Heavy hands wrapped with workout tape begin to pound and wail against the black punching bag hanging from his ceiling even harder as these thoughts shift and churn in his mind.

A racing mind then shifts to the other day at lunch and a shitty boy wonder who was being pushy with Izuku, telling him where to sit, what to eat, what not to drink like he had the right to. This little bitch sat there and tried to tell that green-eyed hero what he would be doing at work and then after.

Exhausted green eyes flash in Katsuki's mind as he punishes the weighted bag with heated hands and hefty punches.

He sees him, sees the tired greenett walk carelessly out into traffic. He can hear the horn blare in his mind, sees himself lunge forward gripping a green hero suit just in time to snatch him back into his arms before impact could be made. He can see those tired eyes that looked up at him in surprise but relief, an apology on his tongue. Telling Katsuki he was sorry, sorry for the scare, for the trouble but that he was just so tired.

Punches are getting harder, tape wrapped around strong hands starting to warp and burn under the heat rising beneath it.

A question begins to bang around in an already overworked mind.

Why, why was that nerd so damn tired, and why the fuck didn't that bastard he was with notice? Or did he just not give a fuck?

A different sight flashes now in an anger-filled mind. He sees that fuck-boy wonder come back after the damage was almost done, asking Izuku what happened, which he should have known if he had stayed beside him, but he rushed off ahead leaving Izuku open to danger something that's making hatred burn in crimson eyes.