Fuselage

♡~♡ Chapter 20 ♡~♡

A window rolled down with a pathetic squeak and death rattle. "Hey man, don't slam my car door."

Hanta's voice followed him as he stepped up on the All-in-One porch, yanking that door open just as forcefully, middle finger extended behind him as he slipped inside to... an empty store.

Huh. Curiously he walked up to the counter, fingering the sign at the desk. Back in ten.

Katsuki leaned against the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets and waited. And waited. Tapping his foot. Craning his head to look at the idiots out the window. A text.

Where are you? From Denki.

The idiot isn't at the counter.

Taking a shit?

Katsuki shrugged. The fuck would I know- wait. Voices. A Voice. I hear yelling?

Oh... Maybe we should leave it. Come back out, we'll grab him later.

Fuck that, Dunceface. Setting his phone on the counter Katsuki made his way to the back, the storage room.

Katsuki wasn't sure why his heart was pounding. The closer he got the more emotional Eijirou sounded. The whole scenario felt... Twilight Zone. He'd never been to the stock room before. He'd never eavesdropped like this before...

"-you don't understand- No! You can't just demand that I leave my job. This is my job." Eijirou growled, turning to the door as it opened, eyes widened as Katsuki leaned against the frame, head shaking.

No, no. He tucked the phone against his shoulder, shoving at Katsuki. Get out.

"No, you don't understand. You can't-" Hands dropped as he chuckled in bewilderment. "The fuck does my hair color have to do with- It's red. That's not even that outrageous compared to- But people are born with- but I'm-" fists clenched as an exasperated laugh bounced around the small room too loud, jaw worked as he turned to pace the small room. Five steps away, five steps back. Shoulder muscles jumped.

Even Katsuki could hear the feminine voice on the other end, though the words were unintelligible.

"You can't." Eijirou stopped moving, his body went slack. "I'm not leaving school. I will not stay in Japan. You can't- I come back to work here. That was the deal." Teeth clenched, eyes roved to see Katsuki still standing there.

He paled, body went slack for a moment before something on the other line snapped him back.

No. Eijirou's head shook viciously, hands shoving at Katsuki's dodging, twisting body. No. Get out. He mouthed, pleading for Katsuki to go.

Instead he moved closer, bumped an arm against Eijirou. A weak smile broke across a very tired face. An arm, heavy, dropped across Katsuki's shoulders. A hand grabbed Katsuki's bicep, thumb stroking as they walked. Together they moved to the counter. Slowly, as the voice raged, they weaved as they walked; left leg wide over right, right leg wide over left. Katsuki snickered when Eijirou sidestepped and stumbled. The laughter died on his lips when fingers tightened on his shoulder at the counter.

"I will not drop out of college. I will not change my hair." Eijirou's arm fell from Katsuki's shoulders as he took the sign down. I'm back. "We had a deal, you are supposed to be of your word. That's part of the motto. The-the honor-" the word was spat like venom. "Of the Kirishima clan, isn't it? You can manipulate and lie and cheat all you want, but we had a deal. You have to keep your end as long as I keep mine."

Eijirou winced as the voice shrieked again, smiled without mirth as Katsuki looked at him, brow raised in question. He shook his head, red hair falling over his shoulders. Hesitantly he put a hand on Eijirou's stomach. It felt awkward, still Eijirou leaned into the contact.