[Has Yuji ever had to actually get called in to help with Katsuki? Pull a Kirishima and wrangle the blonde with an arm around the shoulder or chest to drag him off as he's popping explosions and trying to bite with those murder chompers among a litany of cusses and threats? ... Yeah he can handle that. Katsuki's not going to blow Yuji up, even if he's blowing up everything else around them. Though maybe don't when he later threatens to destroy the immigration office for their shit job.
They are neighbors and Katsuki kind of guards that jealously. At least he sleeps well at night and isn't noisy. Most of the time. Hell if Yuji hasn't been started with a "FUCK!" or "DAMMIT!" from the other side of the wall.
This bastard's going to actually ask? It's like a sweat drop and averted eyes aren't going to give away the reality of that situation. Katsuki's arm stays right where it is, fingers curled and the center of his palm popping with a few tiny sparks. He keeps his attention forward again so he doesn't trip over his own feet.]
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They are neighbors and Katsuki kind of guards that jealously. At least he sleeps well at night and isn't noisy. Most of the time. Hell if Yuji hasn't been started with a "FUCK!" or "DAMMIT!" from the other side of the wall.
This bastard's going to actually ask? It's like a sweat drop and averted eyes aren't going to give away the reality of that situation. Katsuki's arm stays right where it is, fingers curled and the center of his palm popping with a few tiny sparks. He keeps his attention forward again so he doesn't trip over his own feet.]
What did you get put in you this time?