Fuselage

♡~♡ Chapter 18 ♡~♡

"You're fucking pathetic." The blond sneered as he turned back to the lake. "And you aren't my friend."

Eijirou wilted under the words, "I mean... I understand why you would say that, but I thought-"

"That night proved it, fuckwit." Katsuki cast again, reeling slow and easy. "So fine. I accept your challenge. You'll burn your hideous toe shoes and never talk to me again."

Conflicted Eijirou's mouth fell and closed. "B-but the plane-?"

"I can do it myself." He chuckled dry, "I have been doing it myself. You've outlived your usefulness it looks like." Katsuki jerked the line as a fish tugged, spearing himself and Eijirou and the finned fucker all at once. "I don't need you. I never did. I never needed anyone."

Self destructive. He remembered. That's what Round Face called me.

"You don't mean that." The tears were in Eijirou's tone, though Katsuki refused to look at him. Refused to see the damage he was doing because goddamned it the idiot had already- "You can't undo everything just because one bad-"

"The fuck do you know?!" Katsuki stood in an angry flash, grip tightening on the rod, chair tipping backwards. "You don't know me, you piece of shit. You-You stoner loser." A fist flew out, though Eijirou caught it easily, eyes wide and hurt. It was easy to ignore the tear streaks.

It. Was. Easy.

'You're abusive.'

Katsuki wanted to puke again. It quickly faded to anger, to heart break.

"How dare you tell me who I am? What I can and can't do?" His arm trembled as he pushed his weight harder into Eijirou, forcing the man to take a step back. Another. Katsuki's mouth pulled back with effort. "One bad moment, one bad second is all it ever fucking takes!" Katsuki laughed, half crazed. "That's fucking life you asshole!" The rod fell, his other hand barreled up, catching Eijirou on the chin. "Oh, fuck! Your face is hard!"

Katsuki shook his hand off as Eijirou laughed, tears in his eyes. "So, is that a yes on the competition?"

"Bring it." Katsuki reached for his fishing rod. "But after I win, I'm never talking to you again."

Eijirou hesitated as he wiped at his face, rubbed at the light bruise dusting the corner of his face just where the shadow concealed it, then nodded. "Fine. I'll be back."

Katsuki lifted a middle finger as Eijirou left. He sighed, head falling back, eyes closed.

"That's not how I planned on that going." Katsuki turned the classic rock higher, leaning to the right to take a drink before recasting his line. "I'm such a fuck up." He chuckled, frowned.

Twenty minutes later an ice chest plopped down beside the small one he had brought. Katsuki glared at it, ignoring Eijirou setting up his chair and winding his pole together.

"Did you set up dams?"

"Did I fuckin do what?" Katsuki let the lid drop, turning back to the now topless moron. "The fuck's your shirt?"

Eijirou looked at him blankly. "It's hot."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I fucking hate you."

"Okay, so... I guess I'll build the dams."

Katsuki's gaze jerked to the water when Eijirou splashed in. He watched as he stacked the rocks, one on each side of the dock before pulling himself back up, rippling wet muscle, to sit on his chair. He knew it wasn't usual to admire an exfriend the way he was but... fuck he knew.