Hikkokomori Adventures Vol 3

79 - You are my citadel, you are my wishing well,

Katsuki's heart does some weird shit before Izuku continues talking,

"Let's see if we can use our credits at a different arcade next time! I-I had a ton of fun today! Seriously!"

Izuku gets louder as he talks, his eyes practically shining; so bright Katsuki needs to lean back slightly. Katsuki feels heat bubbling up his skin and is slightly grateful for the cool air blowing. He's probably getting hot because of his clothes, and the nerd clinging to him.

"I could see it on your face, dumbass, no need to yell..."

Despite Katsuki's grumbling, Izuku laughs and the light in his eyes doesn't dim. His hand lingers around Katsuki's for a moment longer before he lets go. The warmth of his skin clings onto Katsuki's own even after he pulls away.

"Sorry! Um... I'll see you later, Kacchan. Make it home safe, okay? And make sure to text when you get home, just in case! B-But you don't have to! I just want to make sure, because it's super dark and late, and if something happens, you know?"

Katsuki folds his arms as he watches Izuku talk while walking backwards, almost tripping up the porch stairs. A smile tries to twitch onto his face, but he holds it back, covering it up with a scowl.

"I'll text you when I get home, nerd, so don't fall on your fuckin' face! Look where you're going!"

Izuku nods hurriedly, his eyes darting between the stairs and Katsuki as he gets to the door,

"I won't fall! I'm a total pro!"

At what, exactly? Clearly not walking backwards, because he stumbles again. Izuku finally gets to the door, and with another minute of the nerd waving goodbye, Katsuki watches him go inside. He stares at the door for a second, before turning away, walking down the sidewalk. 

He can't help but go through every minute of hanging out with Izuku, his whole body feeling like it's about to explode.

What an idiot, smiling all bright every two seconds, doesn't he ever get tired of it? Katsuki grumbles to himself, the moon glowing brightly, its beams bringing out the dark shadows of clouds surrounding it. He walks faster, trying to disperse some of the energy that rushes through his bloodstream. 

Izuku's face is an after image behind his eyes as he practically sprints down the sidewalk. The photos from the many booths they had visited prior burn holes into his pocket as he continues to run, his heart not slowing down for even a second as the sound of his shoes hitting the ground is muffled in his ears. 

He gets home in a matter of minutes but still feels that energy humming under his skin, his whole body screaming at him to do something about it.

Damnit. 

He contemplates taking another lap before he goes inside, the little bubble he's created by the events of today starting to pop, sending him plummeting straight to the cold pavement of reality the more he stares at the house. 

The reality is that he's going to a hundred percent get his ass beat if he goes into that house after ghosting his parents this whole time. He lets out a breath. Fuck it, if he takes any longer, he'll miss his window to sneak back in before his dad's early ass alarm wakes him up and they run into each other. 

His house is the same, perfect driveway, perfect bushes lining the pathway up to the door, and the same perfectly shiny name plate nailed onto the gate. The windows are dark, and the whole place is quiet, his parents hopefully sleeping. 

In the morning, he can just spit some bullshit and leave again, avoiding his mom beating his ass and his dads lectures. He walks up to the porch as quietly as possible and nudges the doormat out of the way with his shoe. Now uncovered by the mat, a silver key sits on the ground. He swipes it and unlocks the door with a soft click, stepping inside. 

There is not a single thing out of place as he gets down to take off his shoes, putting them neatly by the two other pairs. The energy humming under his skin that seemed like it would never go away suddenly disappears, leaving him ready to pass out right when he gets into his room. 

Exhaustion makes his body heavy as he stands up, walking carefully down the hallway towards the stairs. He is about to pass the living room when the light suddenly turns on, making him nearly jump out of his skin.

"Fuck!"

"And where the hell do you think you're going, Katsuki?" 

He whips his head towards the voice, his mom sitting in the armchair, her arms folded. His dad stands by her side, looking just as stern, a firm set to his brows. The intimidation is destroyed by his glasses being tilted to the side and the small wet patch of drool on the side of the face.

On closer inspection, even the old hag has the imprint of her hand on the side of her cheek. He should have just taken that second lap around the neighborhood, maybe then his parents would have been too deep asleep to hear him coming in. 

Silently cursing the world, Katsuki folds his arms and stares at them dead on. 

"Up to my room, old hag. That's where you're sending me anyway, might as well go up there on my own."

As he's talking, he moves his body, planning to go up the stairs like planned. His mom sits up straighter, almost off of the chair, the fire in her eyes burning away any traces of sleep that might have remained. Her voice is quiet in consideration for their neighbors, but her anger shows through nonetheless. 

"Don't you dare take another step, Katsuki."

Masaru fixes his glasses, his brown eyes shining with concern.

"Katsuki, we were both worried about you. Please, sit down so we can all talk."

The soft tone in his voice makes something in Katsuki flare up, and his expression twists.

"What? What the hell is there to talk about? I didn't pick up your calls, and now I'm home late, seems pretty fuckin' obvious about what you guys are going to say."

Mitsuki stands up from the chair, her fists tight.