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“Figures we came all this way just to find a couple dented cans of stupid peaches.”
“And pears in juice!” Izuku added, smiling and fishing out one of the dully labeled cans as proof.
“Honestly Katsuki, we were lucky to have found anything in this place.” Shouto interrupted before the blonde could further complain.
Said place being a very abandoned compound they had come across on their way from Tokyo.
They found it tucked away, completely covered in overgrown vines and plant life while traveling with the group. The grounds were about an hour’s ride from where their camp was set up now. Making it close enough to double back and check for supplies before hitting the road again in the morning.
The three of them took up the mantle of scouts for the rest of the team and if deemed safe enough, they’d raid and retrieve any usable items.
Katsuki originally preened at the job title, claiming it was reserved for the so called ‘best’ in the group. Strongest, fastest, what have you.
In reality, Shouto and Izuku figured they were probably voted least likely to mess up as a team.
“It wasn’t that far of a drive and it would’ve been more of a waste if we didn’t find anything at all.” Shouto went on to say.
Katsuki chuffs and rolls his eyes. “Whatever, let’s just finish picking through this shit-hole and get the fuck outta here.”
“Afraid?” Todoroki asked earnestly, but Katsuki turns red, clearly not having it.
“I’m not afraid of shit. Except maybe running into an Infected and dying over some canned fruits next to some closeted fruits.”
“Hey!” Izuku shouted in his most hushed voice as they walked through corridors. “W-what do you mean by-!“
“If you’re offended, then you know exactly what I mean by that, nerd.” He stopped walking completely just to growl and loom over the greenette.
Shouto watched on but didn’t seem bothered at all by Katsuki’s comment.
Izuku’s furrowed his brow at Katsuki’s intimidating stance, but couldn’t get rid of the flush on his face. So he gently pushed past the blonde rather than play a losing game.
“Let’s just.. focus on the task at hand, Kacchan.”
Katsuki conceded, but his smirk didn’t drop as they continued on.
“Agreed. It’s strange we haven’t seen or heard any infected so far.” Thankfully, is what Shouto doesn’t add.
“You almost sound disappointed, princess.”
Shouto prickles at the nickname, but answers anyway. “I’m not, but they usually make a lot of noise.”
“Agreed, and considering how big the main building is, I find it hard to believe it’d be totally empty.” Izuku whispered before divulging into mumbling about the layout of the area.
Katsuki managed to drown out his rant in favor of surveying the area, despite having already grown accustomed to it.
He felt like his body was on higher alert than usual and didn’t fail to notice his hand had been constantly hovering over the bat that hung at his hip. Not only to combat whatever they ran into, but also to compensate for the other two’s seemingly lowered guard and lax attitude.
The building itself looked like a standard empty hospital that was left to rot after the outbreak. Upon entering and exploring, they could easily tell this was a confirmed bio-testing site.
Most likely for humans rather than animals, meaning there could be lab workers or test subjects left.
Not to mention that the building itself was pretty massive. Giving them more of a chance of running into something ‘not ideal’.
The blonde also wouldn’t admit it directly, but the place gave him the creeps. The building itself looked modern in all aspects, but seeing nature’s gradual descent on everything inside was eerie.
Shouto must have picked up on it at some point. He gently put a hand over his wrist and told him that he was being a bit too high alert.
Considering Katsuki’s also been watching him jump at shadows this whole time, he barked that he didn’t make a convincing case not to be. Shouto winked back and he almost combusted.
“Empty or not, we can rule out the emptied closets and just hit the larger rooms for supplies and shit.”
“Kacchan’s right. The cafeteria may have been a bust, but there’s bound to be other stuff that we can bring back. Medicine maybe.”
They entered what looked like a lab with a similar look to the rest of the building while at the same time being surprisingly sterile.
The floors and counters were a mess with spilled and spoiling fluids and broken glass littered everywhere. Lab benches were filthy and plant life took hold of the once probably empty space. Patients beds were hidden out of view behind a tattered curtain.
“We can probably find at least some medical equipment in here.” Izuku chirped, taking Shouto’s hand as they entered the space. Shouto very visibly turned pink at the contact.
“Alright, just fucking can the flirting and look for anything we can use.” Katsuki stops the two before they break off in different directions, vein viable in his forehead. “And for fucksake don’t make any goddamn noise.”
“We aren’t children, Katsuki. We know.”
Katsuki releases them both and goes on his way. Izuku and Todoroki make quick work of looking through the cabinets, managing to find some pain killers and antibiotics stashed away. Katsuki looks through somewhat half-heartedly, but only because of his overall confusion of his surroundings.
Whoever had been here before had been experimenting on plant life, judging by the broken slides and the vile labels with various plant species.
He couldn’t readily identify the flower they were experimenting on since they had all since dried up in bundles, but they were on every surface.
“I found bandages too.” Izuku said hushed, suddenly appearing at the blonde’s side.
Katsuki didn’t answer, eyes trained to the notes on the desk in front of him.
“What’s wrong?”
“What the fuck were they doing? Every goddamn news outlet already said they couldn’t find a cure for the outbreak in nature.” he asked pointing to everything that covered the lab desks.
Izuku stayed quiet for a moment then spoke again. “Maybe they weren’t looking for a cure.”
“Everyone was looking for a cure, Freckles.”
Izuku frowned and looked back a the dried flowers, then at the scattered notes on the desk. He picked up the least stained paper, scanning through it quickly.
Katsuki hears is name being called. He brushes past Izuku, leaving him to read in favor of finding Todoroki. The blonde appears by his side and doesn’t immediately ask what he wants, but dutifully follows when he’s tugged towards the back of the lab anyway.
What he shows him, once covered behind an off-white curtain, is a rather large enclosed plexiglass chamber. Dusty sure, but it was in near-pristine shape, complete with a keypad lock.
Katsuki smiles like a mischievous child. “Now we’re fucking talking.”
“Think you can open it?” Shouto asks.
“Not without making a shit ton of noise.” he answered gesturing to the bat. Shouto makes a face and contemplates.
Thankfully they didn’t need to for too long. Shouto had been hovering too close to the apparently motion automated door, and both men had jump as it swished open. Shouto steps into the unit first, curious while admiring the spacious chamber.
“Nothing here.”
The blonde steps in and groans in the barren room. “Well that sucks.”
In the midsts of Katsuki’s complaints, Izuku wanders over to them.
“Nice of you to join us, Deku.”
Katsuki planned to dig a little further into the shorter male. Maybe even make a comment on how the bookworm would rather read and speculate while on a time sensitive mission, but he held back.
He noticed Izuku had a toned down flush on his face and neck. He also wasn’t making eye contact with either of them.
“You good?”
“Y-yeah, you guys find anything?”
“Nothing in here.”
“Ok, we should probably-!“
All three shield their ears from the siren going off just outside of the chamber. Panic ensuing as the overhead light angrily flashed and noise echoed through the once quiet lab and no doubt through the halls.
“Icyhot! What the fuck did you touch?!”
“You were with me the whole time. I didn’t do anything!” Shouto answered back, covering his ears with his hands.
“Then how do we shut it off?!” The greenette yelled between them.
Katsuki angrily took another look at the light above them. “Easy.”
He uncovered his ears and gripped his bat before taking a swing at the blinking siren above them. Two good swings and it was on the floor and the room was silent again.
They didn’t move from their spots. Listening to Katsuki’s exerted breathing and hoped it would be the only sounds they’d hear for the next handful of seconds.
No such luck since they could hear the very distinct sounds of hissing and growling just down the hallway outside the room.
Shit.
“We need to barricade the door!” Izuku yelled, rushing to close it then push one of the lab benches in front of it. Katsuki was quick to help him push towards the door that was now pounding back at them. Horrible snarls echoing just behind it.
“Shit shit fucking shit, figures they don’t hear us mouthing off the whole goddamn time, but they hear the only sound we didn’t fucking make.” He grunts in completion when the bench finally hits the wall.
Shouto squints at the blonde. “Now when you say us mouthing off, don’t you actually mean-“
“I swear to god. Help me grab more shit before I kill you myself.”
Piece by piece they hurriedly created a barrier, built tall with the various items in the laboratory. The pounding from the other side of the wall never ceased and actually grew more frantic. Clearly not deterred by whatever barred them from entering.
“It’s not gonna hold.” Shouto finalized, out of breath and worried.
Izuku was silent. He must have realized it as well looking at the door.
“Of course not. We just bought enough time to find something to destroy them with.” The blonde was immediately gearing up for whatever possible fight was ahead of them.
Shouto interjected, somewhat panicked. “We can’t fight our way out, Katsuki. We don’t even know how many are out there.”
“I’m waiting to hear your fucking brilliant idea then on how we get out of this?”
Shouto frowned again, clarity only making its way back to his face after looking at the back of the room again.
“Any day now, princess. Wall’s not gonna hold all day.” Katsuki shouted over the sounds of screeching and their barriers tumbling from the door.
“Head to the chamber.” Shouto directed, following suit himself. Katsuki had questioned but simply cursed and followed after.
Izuku was the only one noticeably more hesitant, but also sprinted over after seeing the first decrepit arm break through their haphazardly built up tower of equipment.
When Izuku finally enters the chamber, Katsuki and Shouto both rush to close it.
“What about the sensor outside?”
“Better to fight them one by one in here than all at once out there.” Katsuki grunted.
Shouto nodded in understanding as they finished pulling the door to a satisfying shut.
The infected out there will clammer over each other to get in. Despite the door not being able to allow more than one to one and a half through at once. They could take advantage of that and fight them while they fight each other. Understandable of course, though not ideal.
Katsuki looks around the doorframe to check the seal and leaves the other two to their own devices.
Shouto is the first to notice that Izuku looks bothered by his surroundings and makes an effort to provide some comfort.
“We’ll get out of this. I don’t know if the structure will hold, but you and I both know Katsuki’s too stubborn to let us die here.”
Izuku for once, doesn’t nervously smile at his attempt of a joke. “It’s not that- t-this chamber-“
At that moment the barrier breaks, and at least a dozen Infected tumble in violently from the hallway and into the room. All wearing lab coats, security uniforms and various other uniforms signifying their past as former employees. They fill the entryway and hiss at their general surroundings, inanimate and not.
Katsuki’s arms himself with his own bat, not even waiting for them to notice them before he’s shouting obscenities.
“OVER HERE SHITTY EXTRAS.” The other two frown, but ready themselves all the same.
The Infected staff’s attention divert to the blonde yelling at them and they yell back in return.
They make their way over to the chamber. Crushing glass and the debris on the floor as they approach the now re-opened door.
Katsuki barks and eggs them on to come closer and meet their apparent demise and the Infected listen. At least partially.
They of course hiss and fight to get ahead of each other, but never escalating. They even squawk at them from the doorframe, but Katsuki still had yet to take the first swing. Effectively stunning both the blonde and the two men behind him into silence.
Infected were no longer the people they were before, but they weren’t mindless either.
They weren’t passing the threshold into the chamber on purpose.
But why?
The unmistakable beep of the sensor goes off due to the amount of infected swaying idle by the chamber door. The door itself whooshes shut and the indicator lights scattered through the walls of their enclosure shine red.
Before they could begin to determine what that means, a spray of vapor comes down from the ceiling in large amounts. Engulfing the breathable air in the chamber.
“Cover your faces!”
Izuku and Katsuki manage to cover their noses with their shirt collars. Shouto ends up being a hair too slow and left at a disadvantage of being the only one too close to one of the wall vents. They look on in horror as Shouto is hit with the gas at full blast.
“Fuck-! Half n’ half are you ok?!” Katsuki blurts out first under the thin shirt fabric.
Izuku drops his own weapon and rushes over to the red and white haired man, now coughing on his knees.
The air dissipates finally and the Infected that the crowded the entryway to the chamber, lose interest and stumble their way back out of the lab. Much to Katsuki’s displeasure.
“HEY YA SHITTY EXTRAS, ONE OF YOU GET BACK HERE AND OPEN THE DOOR-“
He curses the last Infected-security guard that stumbles out the slowest, ignoring his pleas.
Shouto had stopped coughing but still hadn’t gotten up. Izuku doesn’t rush him and stays kneeled on the ground with him.
“Shouchan, are you OK? Can you stand?”
Shouto nods out a yes, and shakily leaves the ground with Izuku’s help around his waist.
Once he helps him back on his feet, Izuku takes note of his current state. A little startled and shaky, but otherwise fine.
The greenette takes the cloth from off of his nose and takes in his surroundings. Confused.
Katsuki is the first to voice his thoughts aloud. “Why didn’t the gas do shit?”
“Maybe whatever compound that was in the gas expired? We don’t know how long it’s been since its last use.”
“Which is what exactly?”
Izuku shrugs and notices there was one distinct change in the chamber since the gas dissipating. An analog timer.
Just above the door, bright green, in juxtaposition with the now red lighting of the chamber.
59:36 and counting.
Izuku looks at the blonde, his brows furrowed and red eyes fixed it on the clock, and somehow telepathically sends he thoughts directly to the blonde in question.
“I’m not trying to find out what the fuck that means. Let’s just find a trigger in this fuckass cell and get out of here.”
Izuku nods and goes to check the walls, but stops after seeing Shouto. Who still hasn’t moved since being helped off the ground. Shouto’s bangs covered his eyes as he seemed to be fixed on a particular spot on the ground.
He also seemed to be breathing heavier than before.
Katsuki also notices and calls out from the chamber door he’d been checking, hoping to snap him out of his whatever.
“Earth to Half n’ half. Not that I haven’t enjoyed this quiet from you, but you’re weirding me out.”
Izuku is the first to approach the taller man. Upon closer inspection, he notices Shouto was also sweating. His cheeks flushed down to his collar like he’d ran a mile.
“Shouto you’re burning up, are you-“
Izuku doesn’t get the chance to fully lay his hand across Shouto’s forehead before he bats his hand away and grabs him by the neck before slamming him into a nearby wall. Izuku’s eyes widen at the sudden roughness as Shouto lifts and presses on him fully, immobilizing the kicking greenette.
Katsuki panics behind them, brandishes his bat and yells at Shouto,
“Shouto, back away from the goddamn nerd before i do something I regret.”
The command falls on deaf ears as Shouto focuses solely on Izuku in front of him. The blonde’s hands shake as he threatens him again.
“I swear to god. Princess, don’t make me smear you across the fucking wall.”
“Don’t- hurt him!” Izuku chokes out against Shouto's teeth at his throat.
“Freckles, don’t piss me off by begging me to save him if he’s fucking eating you. He’s too far-“
“H-he’s not- eating me.” He says still struggling against Shouto, who clearly hasn’t paid attention to a word of their back and forth.
Still panicked and confused, Katsuki squints and notices Shouto is definitely latched on to Izuku’s neck, but he hasn’t bit him. What he does see if the makings of something pink laving up and down the column of his throat. While one of his hands were crawling their way under his shirt. Izuku’s eyes were closed, his cheeks were a light shade of pink.
Katsuki on the other hand was completely red. “What in the fuck am I looking at?!”
“I-I don’t k-mm! know what’s wrong. Just-“
Izuku doesn’t have to finish his request as Katsuki throws down the bat and rushes to pull Shouto off and away from Izuku. Shouto hits the wall and slides down. Gasping as if it physically pained him to be separated.
Katsuki and Izuku collectively back up and watch their compromised friend from a distance.
“The fuck is up with him?”
“I-I don’t- I-I’m not sure.” Izuku stammers, but Katsuki notices that his panic doesn’t seem to match his own. There’s definite concern there, but with an underlying knowledge that Katsuki wasn’t privy to.
He knows something.
Before the blonde can even ask what has him scared so shitless, he’s interrupted by Shouto’s gasping against the wall. Katsuki rushes back to his side.
“W-what’s..happening-“ He utters in his moment of lucidity.
“Kacchan.”
Katsuki peers back to Izuku who was looking less pale than before. The flush from earlier hadn’t gone down. In fact it had covered his cheeks completely.
Izuku seeing the look on Katsuki’s face, touched his own forehead. He was sweating.
“Shit shit shit.” Katsuki rushes back over to Izuku, bracing him by the shoulders and begging him to focus. “Freckles, listen to me. You know what’s happening, don’t you.”
Still flushed and almost embarrassed, he nods. “I-it’s.. the pollen.”
“Pollen? What pollen?!”
He gulps and forces more words out of his closing throat.
“H-here, the gas. T-they were testing a pollen f-from the plants in the lab. They- weren’t making a cure… they were making a repellent.”
The blonde pieces together the bundles of flowers on every lab bench. Why the infected wouldn’t get too close to the chamber.
“Ok, a repellent is a good thing, right?”
Izuku frantically shakes his head as his breathing gets more labored.
“..no..there were..side effects..”
Izuku starts edging in the verge of boneless in his grip, and Katsuki couldn’t have that.
“Fuckk-come on Freckles, stay with me. What were the-“
Then his lips are on him. Hot and desperate. He keens and moans into his mouth, fighting to somehow be even closer. Katsuki is so stunned at his actions, he doesn’t have the forethought to brace himself when Izuku jumps him. Leaving them both to fall backward onto the stark white vinyl flooring.
After their tumble, Katsuki is face to face with Izuku in his lap peering down at him. He appears flushed down to his neck as he pulls at the confines of his own clothing. His green eyes don’t leave his own for a second, but even Katsuki can recognize the lack of their usual vividness. Like he’s only partially there.
“K-kacchan~”
Katsuki snaps out of it once he feels Izuku’s hands pulling at his shirt and simultaneously working to undo his zipper.
“Hhit’s so h-hot~” Izuku whines and Katsuki believes him. Even through his clothes, Izuku feels hot to the touch. Almost like an unnatural fever. It doesn’t shock him the way the usually calm-mannered nerd he knew, was trying to cool off by removing his own layers.
What does shock him is the noticeable bulge in his looser fitting cargo pants that he began rubbing against his abdomen.
“Ohhh- fuck this..” Katsuki takes the initiative to roll Izuku off his person, taking care not to physically hurt him. He didn’t think being rough with him would wake him out of whatever trance he was it, but this was becoming far too much.
Not only did he have to bear the sole responsibility of being the only uninhibited brain cell during their major misstep.
He had to also violently choke down the thoughts and desires he didn’t dare let thrive outside the confines of his bunk in the dead of night. Or in his shameful dreams that depicted him wrapped in the throes of passion with his platonic partners that wake him in a cold sweat in the wee hours of the morning.
He swallows it all because what matters is that he breaks down the door and gets them to safety. If they leave the chamber there had to be a chance that the non-toxic air would return them to normal.
He peers back at the clock above.
57:51
Clock be damned. Katsuki picks up his bat and starts forcefully swinging at the plexiglass door. Each swing sends a jolt through his hands and up his spine, but he continues because what alternative does he have.
After dozens of swings without so much of a dent, he throws down the bat, tired and fed up with the lack of progress. He breathes heavily and tries to look around the frame of the door, in hopes of finding some other weakness to strike but finds the edges were starting to look a little fuzzy.
Not only that, but he was warm. No doubt due to his exertion, but the heat didn’t diminish after his one sided battle with the door.
It climbed. Fuck.
“Hah-!” Izuku. He could tell without even turning around, and it was a fight in himself not to.
Still the dulling of the world around him makes him lose the battle as he takes in the visual banquet behind him.
Shouto had long left his corner of the wall to crawl on top of Izuku. His tongue deep inside of his mouth and traveling south as he pulled at his waistband. Desperately trying to free his hips from the heavy clothing. Izuku in turn had been doing the same, reaching and gripping at Shouto’s collar. He’d no doubt leave buttons in his wake if there had been any to pop.
Katsuki stayed anchored in the same spot by the door, watching.
Watching Shouto desperately kiss Izuku into keening submission. Staring at the way Izuku rubs Shouto through his open pants, even focusing on the wet mark that stained his briefs. Watching as more and more flushed skin unveiled itself before him.
Watching until his eyes finally made contact with Shouto's beautiful mismatched gaze, still foggy and glazed over. He mouths his name.
“Katsuki.”
Then his legs start to move on their own. The blonde whines like it burns him to stop just two feet before the two still wrapped up in each other.
Still he falls to his knees, willing his mind to return. Pleading that the fever inside him breaks so he can turn away from the entanglement that beckoned him closer. Begging that Izuku’s outstretched hand doesn’t reach him. Because he feared he was just a touch away from dumping all logic and melting between the two without apology.
The decision was made for him.
Shouto crawls over Izuku to where Katsuki had kneeled and melts their mouths together. Their overheated tongues fight for dominance. A short-lived fight since Katsuki had been the shorter fuse ready to give out.
He succumbs to the sumptuous taste of Shouto’s lips. The heat of his body now pressed against him. He succumbs to his nimble fingers undressing him layer by layer. Even in their haze, they coordinate well enough for Izuku’s lips to replace Shouto’s so he could properly work open the confusing labyrinth that was his belt buckle.
The very last threads of his tether were unraveling fast as Shouto’s hand finally made its way down the front of his briefs, now holding him in his hand.
The final straw had been Izuku's inpatient little whines against his cheek as he finally guided one of his unoccupied hands to his backside. Dragging his fingers across the untouched opening below.
“S-shit.”
He snaps, rightfully so.
Gripping the smaller greenette before sinking backward into the cool floor below. Maneuvering his speckled hips until he was finally faced with the heated opening just above his lips.
Shouto, completely unphased by the change in position, had finally freed the blonde from his final layers and rewarded himself with the salt of his skin on his tongue. Exploring the contours of his stomach until finally meeting his no doubt swollen member bobbing above his navel.
“Kacchan~ p-please.. so hot.”
Izuku’s begging brings him back between his legs where he belongs. When his tongue finally touches the steaming heat of his entrance, Izuku’s back bows an impressive arch and Katsuki hears colors.
His grip on Izuku’s hips to keep him on his tongue is nearly bruising. And incredibly unneeded considering how Izuku sobs and grinds on top, begging him to venture deeper.
He gets his wish when Katsuki nearly convulses out of his skin when Shouto takes his head between his lips. No kissing or teasing since it seemed they were far past that. He bobs experimentally then takes his full length into waiting jaws. Poking the head against the back of his throat while he remembers every ridge with his tongue.
Katsuki was sure he’d blackout if not for Izuku steadily gyrating against him. Gyrating that was getting faster by the second.
“kac-chann, I’m- ffuc- p..please.. c-close-“
Determined, he halts his movements and secures his hips. Diving even further into Izuku’s now rosy and abused entrance with the singular goal to watch him cum up close.
Even adding his fingers along side his tongue to hurry him over the edge.
Izuku’s hands find his hair, searching for anything to hold onto for purchase, as he finally slips into the numbing climax he had begged for.
He cums, loud and violent, even managing to spill his some release onto the blondes face and hair in the process.
Katsuki can’t be bothered to care in the least, even going further and licking his chops like an animal.
Izuku rolls off, temporarily sated and comfortable enough to lick off the remnants of his essence off of Katsuki’s jaw. Shouto takes this as his chance and pops off of the blondes now lubricated member and climbs his hips.
Still out of breath and groaning, he grinds and drags himself along his cock. Wordlessly begging as if he could ever be denied.
At his limit, Katsuki helps him, angles himself at his hole. Nearly hyperventilating at the very idea of being enveloped in Shouto’s hidden warmth. Katsuki restrains his desire and breaches the first ring slow, the hard puffing of his breath, caged against Shouto’s porcelain chest.
Shouto on the other hand, had already reached his own limit, and impatiently probes until he lowers himself fully into Katsuki’s lap. The shock nearly makes him bite his tongue.
Satisfied, Shouto leans in for another kiss. Moaning against his lips while he finds his rhythm bouncing on his cock.
.
After that, Katsuki remembers everything in dream-like flashes.
Shouto desperately begging for his seed and kissing Izuku below him while he finishes inside him.
Izuku riding him to completion while Shouto fingers him open.
Praying on his knees while Shouto grunts behind him, slamming against his hips. Izuku talking him through it while he keens and gasps for more.
.
After around the fifth orgasm, he finally blacks out. When he wakes, the room no longer feels thick and unrecognizable. The lights return to their normal cool white hue and his thoughts return at a startup pace.
There’s another groan in the room that he agrees with. Shouto he thinks.
He shades his eyes from the overhead light trying to remember what bus hit him literally everywhere and why was he sore-
The pollen.
Taking care not to move his limbs too fast, he turns to check on his teammates first.
Shouto meets his eyes first. Then doesn’t. Then meets them again. Still flushed, but this time signifying a healthy amount of shame rather than any remnants of their fever.
Izuku is still down for the count and stays stretched out against the cooled ground. Furrowing his brow while trying to gather the energy to force himself upright again.
Katsuki scrubs his face in an attempt to wake himself before he speaks.
“Fuck me-“ Everyone in the room tenses at the unfortunate wording. “Is it..finally over?”
Izuku rolls over and peers at the clock above.
00:00
“Seems like it?”
“Thank goodness it was only an hour.” Shouto comments, picking through the piles of clothes. Throwing the rest to their respective owners.
“Fuck, could’ve fooled me. Shit felt like fuckin days.”
Izuku stays cemented in one spot, twiddling his thumbs before he asks. “S-should we- I mean- should w-we talk.. about what happened?”
The blonde groans through the skull t-shirt he fights to put back on. “Deku, we can do that when we’re not in immediate danger. Plus I’m starving and we still have no goddamn food.”
“I agree with Katsuki. It’s a decent drive back to camp. We can talk then.” Shouto smiles reassuringly at the greenette.
Izuku smiles back and looks back at Katsuki who had been unsuccessfully hiding his blush in his collar for the last few minutes.
“Okay, let’s get going!” He’s halted immediately before approaching the door.
“What about the Infected? It’s been at least an hour or two. Pollen’s gotta have worn off by now, right?”
Izuku shakes his head. “Not exactly, it seems like the actual repellent was the pollen mixed with the juices of-“
“Alright alright, geez shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna know.”
“You’re the one that asked.” Shouto points out.
“Well now I’m fucking un-asking, hurry your asses up. We’re losing daylight.” He retorts, no longer waiting for them to exit through the now opened door first.
Shouto and Izuku smile and follow suit after the still blushing blonde.