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The beginning of an unlikely duo

Part 2

kind of what happens in this part: Things take a turn when (m/n) realizes that Mitsuki indeed loves to talk, especially about him and to Katsuki of all people.

warnings: don’t really know; I guess bits and pieces of family drama; mentions of getting high; Katsuki (he’s not as much of a firecracker in this one, but still)

“(M/n), what are you doing in my room?” There is a look of surprise on Katsuki’s face, but not for long as it soon falls into one of well nothing really. His face looks almost relaxed, but in a controlled and unnatural way. “That old hag told you to wait here, didn’t she?”

His voice was weirdly calm. From the words of Mitsuki herself, her son was hardly calm. Did something happen?

It’s so weird how life works. (M/n) knows him. He knows Katsuki so well due to Mitsuki —at least he thinks he does— and he can feel that something isn’t right because, again, he knows Katsuki without actually knowing him.

“…yeah.” (M/n) glances at the blonde in front of him, then to the side, then at Katsuki again in a game of hesitation, “Listen… I should probably leave now, right?”

Katsuki stares at him blankly, betraying no feelings on his behalf, “You do whatever the fuck you wanna do.”

(M/n) squints his eyes at the boy in front of him for a short second, “O…kay.” Whatever.

He heads for the door, almost stumbling on his own feet. He doesn’t really want to leave. There is nothing waiting for him back home. Well…. There is, but not in the way that he would wish. There is a reason he is here to begin with. In no way would have Mitsuki been able to force him to stay a little bit longer, even with all her lung power, were (m/n) to want to leave. He is incredibly lonely at home. His parents aren’t home yet, gone at work, and the only company he had is his hamster, Alexander Hamsterton. After a while, that gets a bit boring. And even if he doesn’t really want to stay here either, these days it’s much better than being alone.

As his hand rests on the door handle, (m/n) turns back to look at Katsuki who is already lying down in his bed. The blonde looks unbothered by (m/n)’s still presence in his room.

Is he really doing this?

Yes he is.

The hand that covers Katsuki’s eyes moves to the side as the boy opens his eyes to look at what disturbs him, even though he can already guess. The bed dips slightly at Katsuki’s legs with the weight of (m/n)’s body.

It is a curious situation and the both of them know it. The both of them know each other and they feel at ease next to one another, having met only once. Stories indeed can bring feelings to life.

“She talks about you. A lot.” Katsuki breaks the silence, (m/n)’s head snapping towards the boy almost dizzying. He did not expect that. “Must’ve done something right.” The blonde continues.

Not wanting to let Katsuki do all the talking and feeling strange just letting that information float in the air he speaks, “um….” (M/n) averts his eyes, focusing on his fidgeting fingers —he tried to stop himself, but oh well — “She talks about you too.” He attempts to shrug it off and not give the new information that much importance. At least he tries to make it look that way because on the inside he is close to freaking out. Mitsuki really talked about him to her son? (M/n) doesn’t know, like any other time his neighbor says something remotely flammable, if he should thank her or not.

Again, as he has told himself many times, actually starting a conversation and possibly getting to know Katzuki is most probably going to ruin what image (m/n)’s heart has of the boy and he doesn’t want that. Better to be in love with a mirage—did he seriously just think that — than to be disappointed by the cold reality. Truthfully, (m/n) has never been in love, but he thinks this is how it should feel.

“I figured.” Katsuki sits up, rubbing his eyes as if trying to cast away what troubled him. By the looks of it, it didn’t work.

“…” (m/n) doesn’t really know what else to say. How do you even have a conversation with someone you only talked with in a world far far away from the real one. You don’t. At least he didn’t want to. But now here he is.

“Are you gonna leave or what? Don't you have a hamster to feed or something?” Katsuki’s eyes are like deep, crimson pools as they lock eyes. (M/n) feels lost in them and their intensity. He somehow is certain of the fact that the blonde is not even trying to do this to him, but (m/n) can’t help feeling affected. It’s a strange thing to experience and hard to explain. (M/n) wouldn’t say that it’s like getting high in the bathtub, but it is similar for some reason. Seeing Katsuki in real life, with his eyes and his soft looking lips and his whole being that seems so tense, it is about as close to getting high in his bathroom in an attempt to get away as it gets.

“…what?” (M/n) is confused for a second, forgetting what Katsuki even said. Not for long as his eyes widen and panic settles in at the thought of possibly intruding and certainly embarrassing himself. Didn’t Katsuki say he can do whatever he wants? Guess not, “I mean yes. Of course. I am. Leaving.” He gets up from Katsuki’s soft bed, letting go of the covers he started gripping a short while ago. “Bye.” He says quickly and dares to glance back at the blonde with striking crimson eyes only once. Katsuki is still looking at him with that unnatural blankness.

(M/n) leaves before he has another chance to stammer out something that might bring him further embarrassment.

He says a quick ‘have a great day’ to Mitsuki, getting a ‘see you tomorrow’ back, and is gone out the door.

Alexander Hamsterton stares (m/n) down when he enters his room, munching on whatever something green he decided on.

“Stop judging me.” (M/n) glares at his unspeaking friend. Said friend is not even slightly bothered, choosing to ignore the boy in favor of staring at something else more important.