Fuselage

♡~♡ Chapter 16 ♡~♡

"You've reached Mitsuki Bakugou-"

"Fuck you, Hag." Immediately he hung up, switching to text as he slid to the ground, dogs piling beside him. Mom. My stomach hurts a lot lately. Like, is that an anxiety thing? Should I speak to Ochako about my medication? It was listed as a common side effect and we did just up the dosage.

He stared at the sent text, waiting for the response. Minutes passed. The screen went black. Annoyed he woke the phone back up, swiping past the image of Ground Zero airborne against an angry red and purple sky to pull up his dad's contact information. He hit dial, pressing the phone to his ear classical music played.

"Dad, c'mon." He groaned, head falling back against the wall. The oranges and blues of a sunset sky mocked him.

"This mailbox has not yet been set up-"

"Mother fucker." Katsuki hung up. "Goddamn it." Fingers flew to Round Face, shakily they hit dial.

Two rings. "Katsuki?"

"Pink Cheeks."

"A pleasure as always." The dry tone made him smile. "Is everything alright, we aren't due for a call until Thursday-?"

"My stomach hurts. Almost all the time." Katsuki's eyes drifted back and forth in paranoia. "I don't know if it's anxiety-"

"We just made your medication stronger-"

"I was wondering if that could be it too though?"

"Katsuki, look." She sighed. "Could it possibly be a new trigger? Something that's agitating you? You have a lot of stressors in your life right now. You just moved to a new place, you're branching out and making friends-"

He snorted.

"You are. Don't be like that. You've taken on a really complicated project. And on top of that you're actively healing from past trauma. I am concerned that you're in pain, but you can't expect to medicate that away." She sucked in a breath. "Is there anything that seems to trigger these pains?"

"I..." He sighed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, "I am around someone a lot. And they do bug the shit out of me."

"Oh? How?"

He groaned. "They're always touching me. Like Racoon Eyes but worse. He's helping me rebuild the A7M."

"Oh, I see." Her voice got quieter. "I'm listening, just writing this down real quick. Adding it to your notes."

"He's very loud and boisterous. Friendly. Funny." The word slipped out and made Katsuki's brain blank. "Not, not funny. I didn't mean- Like, fuck."

"Uh... Katsuki?"

"I just mean..." What do I mean? His head fell in his hands. "I-" He went quiet. "I don't know."

"It's okay. Emotions are complicated."

"Don't patronize me." He snapped, startling the dogs who stood and wandered off. "This hasn't solved anything. I'm so sick of this pain."

"Well," Her cute laugh bothered him, "Did you really think a phone call would magically fix it for you?"

I was fucking hoping. He hit his head against the hangar, "No." His tone made him wince.

A beat of silence on the other end. "Is it intense?"

"Well..." Katsuki sighed, hand anxiously groping for something to do, settling for knotting in his too loose tank top in lieu of the scruff of dog fur. "No, not really. Just persistent. Sometimes it gets worse but usually only if we've been around one another a while."