Fuselage

☆~♡ Chapter 15 ♡~☆

"I will not!" Eijirou watched as Mina approached, whole body screaming 'help me'! "You're psychotic. I've heard the stories of your flying style."

"I have a perfect flight record, you dick." Katsuki bristled, offended. "I've got the best flight record out of my class, I broke every fucking record in my flight bracket." Gazes clashed as he approached again, not in a taunting way this time. "There's no fucking way a chicken dick, limp noodle piss ant like you is going to tell me that I'm not safe in the sky-"

"Alright boys." Mina's voice reverberated through the hangar, dogs leaping to their feet and yapping merrily as she tossed down the slices of jerky for them. "Pissing contest is over, back away from my cousin, Sunshine."

Katsuki inhaled violently, withdrawing his finger from where it had been shoved into Eijirou's chest backpedaling like he was in danger of being burned. When did I get that close?

Chest heaving he felt it again, that nauseating nervousness. Eye flickered up to Eijirous face and down to his chest and then to his neck where he could just make out the throb of his pulse if he focused on the edge of his throat... Katsuki's stomach clenched, his head felt like it was reeling as his nerves raced under his skin. The breeze was making his skin hurt.

"Man." Eijirou was still pink, but a more normal shade that only dusted his cheeks and ears now. "I'm sorry, Kat. I shouldn't have freaked out like that-"

"Don't fucking call me that!" Katsuki snapped, slapping the hand away that was stretched out to him. "You're such a goddamn parasite you know that? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you cling to everyone that pretends to like you?"

Eyes widened as he pulled his hand to his side, fist clenched. "P-pretends-?"

Katsuki didn't miss the way Eijirou looked up at Mina, or the way she just shook her head. Just barely.

"I saw that you fucking freak." He snapped, turning on her. "That fuck is-"

"No." Eijirou moved swiftly, faster than Katsuki thought possible. "No, you can talk to me like that. Not to her. Not to anyone else."

"E-Ei." Purple tipped neon blue nails clung to his bicep. "Ei, it's fine, he's just... like this sometimes."

"It's not fine." His voice rumbled like thunder; Katsuki felt it through his legs and God it made him... feel something. Feel something worse, stronger. He wanted to puke. Maybe it was just the lingering effects from the alcohol the other day. He wanted to scream. Fire ignited in his blood and he needed to... to put it out, extinguish it.

What is this?! Wild eyes moved back to Eijirou, but didn't see him, couldn't see him.

"I get you've got your shit man." Arms crossed, flexed.

Fuck. Fists clenched tight, Katsuki focused on the pain of his nails digging into his palms. Tighter. Tighter.

"But you don't get to just abuse people-"

Katsuki's head snapped up at that word. "I do not-"

"Yeah." Eijirou chuckled, but it was obvious there was nothing funny in the situation. "You do. What do you think this is? Verbally cutting people down, lashing out physically? That's... I mean, it's abuse." A hand untangled and pressed against the chest Katsuki had been poking into with bruising force just a minute ago. "I'd know, Kat."

Again their gazes met, again the nausea welled. The depth of what was admitted, of what was accused. Dread crashed in on Katsuki with a force he'd only ever felt in his dreams. A terror he thought he'd left behind once he graduated high school.