Fuselage

♡~♡ Chapter 19 ♡~♡

And the phone beeped. Eyes opened. Fuck. Heart racing he reaching for his cell. When? As the panic set in, the humiliation. The disgust.

'He's taken.' The voice sing-songed, perversely overjoyed. As guilt consumed. 'He has a girlfriend~'

Kat?

Eyes narrowed. Fucking asshole. He let the phone go ignored, red light flashing intermittently as Katsuki stood, angrily getting his breakfast together.

As he sat to his toast and egg he flicked open the texts.

Oh come on, please Kat? I'll make a party out of it. It won't be the same without you. Come help me pick a color before I get off work.

Katsuki growled around a mouthful, taking a swig of his too hot black tea.

Alright, but if this makes your hair even worse I get to go back to calling you shitty hair.

Eijirou's response was damn near immediate. YAASSS! A slew of flexing arms. This is going to be so fun.

What were you thinking? Eyes closed he imagined the back rubs, the arm over his shoulders, the forehead against his. Those goddamn eyes that looked at him, into him, as if they knew him.

When did he get so close? A fist bunched at his chest. When did I-?

A single heart dinged back in response making Katsuki's own double in speed, followed by the word; Red.

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"Really these are the only shades available?" Katsuki's brows knotted as he stared at the selection.

"I mean..." Eijirou chuckled uneasy, hand scratching at the back of his head, pulling some of the black strands from the ponytail. "I guess."

"Fucking..." Katsuki crouched, "Maroon or goddamn neon?" He held the two boxes up, looking at the sample shading on the sides. "I fucking can't believe you." He groaned."Does it have to be red?"

"Yes." The answer was solid, fast.

Katsuki turned on the pad of his foot to look up at Eijirou, who had jerked his face away, blushing. "Okay then." He set the maroon box back. "Neon it is."

"It's not neo-"

"Close enough." Katsuki cut Eijirou off, reaching up to the tinted cleansers, "This shampoo will keep the color in longer."

"Oh really?" Eijirou grabbed it, oblivious to the electricity that raced through Katsuki at the contact. "Why?"

"It's tinted idiot?" Katsuki glared. "Mina sent me some directions when I told her what you were doing." He strode to the register. "Get three bottles. And two boxes. She said you'd need a lot." He exhaled through his mouth. "So what's that tattoo of?"

"Hmm?" Eijirou spoke over the aisles. "Oh, it's nothing. Just something stupid I was dared to do." He slammed the bottles down as he rounded the counter, handing Katsuki some cash. "Do not take a tattoo dare from Denki while drunk." He inhaled through his teeth, wincing. "So sensitive."

"What?" Katsuki's eyes narrowed.

"It's in a sensitive spot, Kat." He closed the register, pocketing the change, tucking the bag under the counter. "Can we leave it?"

"No." Katsuki guffawed. "I want to know."

"Well-" Eijirou laughed, "One day."

That made the blond blush and stumble. "W-what?"