Thread by @nxxdio

#出勝 #dkbk Crime Boss Izuku/Maid Katsuki (CW: Violence + Blood)

Izuku squints at the blind light that invades his vision once the sack on his head is removed. He glances around, spotting a few guards by the door, each wearing various expressions.

He turns his attention to the front, where two men stand.

Izuku crosses his legs and slumps back in his seat to make himself comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he could. The hospitality is lacking here.

“Dagushi-san,” Izuku greets politely. “If you wanted to invite me for dinner, you could have sent me an email. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Cut the pleasantries, Midoriya.” Dagushi’s right-hand man snaps. “You know why you’re here.”

Izuku's lips quirk up slightly. “It could be a lot of reasons, but I like giving everyone the benefit of the doubt.”

“You—”

Dagushi holds up a hand, silencing him. “Midoriya, I have to admit. Our families were doing so well together. It baffles me how easily you cut off our ties.”

Izuku shrugs. “A loss for sure, but I’ll take it over the disrespect your son showed me during our last meeting.”

Dagushi scoffs. “You put my son in the hospital over some maid?”

A flash of anger lights up in him as he leans forward, glaring at Dagushi. “Watch what you say about my Kacchan, Dagushi-san. I won’t promise I’ll stay civil if you don’t hold your tongue.”

A cock of a gun echo in the quiet room. “Back up, Midoriya.” Izuku glances at the right-hand man, who has his gun aimed at him. “You’re in no position to make demands.”

He stares down at the gun. He wants to scoff at the man’s attempt at threatening him.

But he leans back, keeping his face impassive.

Dagushi relaxes. “You may be young, Midoriya. If it weren’t for the fact that I highly respect Yagi, you would already be dead. Instead, I’ll make you pay back all the pain you cause my son—”

Izuku barks out a laugh, cutting him off. “Respect?” He wishes his hands were free so he could make an act of wiping away a fake tear. “Cut the act, Dagushi-san. You have no respect for him or my house. Tell me,”

He tilts his head, smiling condescendingly at the two men. “Are you using your son as an attempt to take over what’s mine?”

Dagushi’s face starts to turn red with anger. “Why you—!” Whatever he tried to say was muted when an explosion burst the door open, knocking half of the guards off their feet.

The right-hand man hand snaps his gun toward the noise. “What the—”

A loud clang echoes above, drawing everyone’s attention up.

The room shakes with another explosion as smoke and dust fill the air. The air vent grille falls to the floor with a clang! The two men scramble back to avoid the debris, coughing as they try to see through the smoke.

Izuku only smiles when the silhouette straightens from their crouch, their dress fluttering around them.

He made the right choice by giving Kacchan that outfit.

The way Kacchan pins up part of the dress for mobility is so smart, but he’s more interested in the show of leg and the garner that Kacchan uses to help keep his thigh-high socks up. Izuku is so blessed to be bathed in Kacchan’s beauty. He wishes he had his phone with him.

Dagushi was the first to recognize him, paling as his hand went to pull out his gun. Kacchan kicks the gun out of his hand before slamming his heel down on his head, knocking Dagushi to the floor.

“Boss! What are you doing? Shoot—” Right-hand man staggers back with a dagger lodged in his throat. Blood bubbles past his lips as he falls.

Kacchan’s dress fans out as he spins around.

Without wasting another second, he grabs the back of Izuku’s chair, yanking it down as he falls into a low crouch as bullet whizz above them. Kacchan fires back three shots, hitting his targets in the chest. It’s scarily attractive how efficient Kacchan is.

Not a single movement was wasted. Ah, oh how Izuku wants to—

Kacchan pulls Izuku’s chair up, still tense as if waiting for more guards. But judging by the blood on Kacchan’s dress, Izuku assumes that Kacchan has taken out most, if not all, of the potential threat.

Izuku beams up at the beauty before him. “Kacchan! You came!”

Immediately, the beautiful face distorted into an ugly sheer. “I can’t believe you made me look for your useless ass.”

“Now, is that any way to talk to your Young Master, Kacchan? Ow, ow, ow!” Izuku’s laugh cuts off when Kacchan twists his ear painfully.

“I know you let yourself get kidnapped so you can abandon your paperwork, Young Master,” Kacchan growls, jerking his ear.

It’s unfair how Kacchan treats him like this when he’s the victim here. He was going to say such when something behind Kacchan caught his attention.

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Katsuki whips around a little too late, his hand raising as if to stop the knife aiming at his face. But it wouldn’t be fast enough to make it. Fuck!

A hand covers his eyes, pulling him back against a firm chest as the sound of the knife stabbing something echoes in the room. When the hand falls away, Katsuki can see the knife impaling a gloved hand.

He looks behind him to see Deku out of his bindings, casually lighting a cigarette with one hand.

“Dagushi-san, I’m a very patient man,” He sighs, releasing a trail of smoke. “However, there are some things I cannot forgive.”

Deku squeezes his injured hand around the hand holding the knife. Dagushi tries to pull away, only yelling in agony as Deku breaks his hand under his grip.

Katsuki grimaces as Deku continues to grind the man’s bones together.

This is why he doesn’t like it when Deku decides to raise his hand; he always takes it too far. Katsuki prefers to get it over quickly.

He looks away and nudges the young man. “Izuku.”

At his tone, Deku glances at him before releasing the man.

As the man blubbers at their feet, Deku yanks the knife out of his hand and tosses it down, silencing the man forever.

He tilts his face up with his uninjured hand, thumb stroking his cheek. “Sorry, Kacchan. I got carried away. Forgive me?”

He stares at him for a long moment, ignoring that he feels disgusting with blood and grime dirtying his dress. He takes in Deku’s features, the big eyes and splash of freckles on his plush cheeks.

Still so young, but if it’s what Katsuki wishes, Deku will do everything he can to make it true. What a scary thing Deku put in his hands.

Katsuki cups Deku’s cheek with his hand then pulls his cheek. “Why are you fucking smoking?! And what were you thinking, getting yourself stabbed?!”

“B-But I thought it was cool!” He whines. But he drops the cigar and snuffs it out with his shoe to appease him.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, letting go to examine his hand. “You’ve been watching too many hero shows, Young Master.” He tightly wraps the hand in his handkerchief. It would hold until they get home.

A warm hand settles in his hair as Deku chuckles softly. “Thank you, Kacchan. I can always count on you.”

“Such a foolish young master you are.” Katsuki scoffs and twists Deku’s ear. “Don’t think this will excuse you for your duties, Young Master.”

[End]

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Backstory on what Dagushi's son did to piss Izuku off

He thought it was funny to slap Kacchan's ass. Katsuki used all his self-control to not react cuz he didn't want to ruin things for Deku, but Deku wasn't going to let that fly by and fucked him up. (Mimi's idea)