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The searing hot sun of Pandora was ever the ball busting bitch. He could feel the burning on his exposed shoulders. The sand was getting in his shoes. He hadn’t planned on doing any traveling on foot, but you can never count of anything to go right. Katsuki tossed his tediore after unloading the clip in some oncoming extras on lightly armored runner.
Luck was his!
Another tediore digistructed into his ready hands.
“Come on losers. I don’t got all day!” The gang of bandits hollering could barely be heard over the gun fire. ”Deku, get off your ass!” He called behind him. There were some rapid-fire shots coming from behind him. A quick glance behind him showed him a few skags stalking towards Deku.
Whatever, he’ll handle it.
Fucking extras.
Securing the gun on his back, he charged at the bandits. As much as he bitched about the heat, Pandora's desserts were one of the best places for him to work. His quirk allowed him to burn through the distance. In front of a speeding vehicle, Katsuki grabbed his gun with sweaty hands and fired. He got each extra right in the sweet spot. He could have done without the bloody seats, but beggars can’t be choosers.
He kicked the headless fucker out the driver seat, before climbing up to the turret seat. The asshat was practically out of it, so Katsuki did him the favor of throwing him out the rest of the way.
Sweet, it came with a rocket launcher! Usually, the freak with the goggles was the one to pick out the parts of their vehicles. She said something about having a higher rate of fire was better than a higher area damage. Katsuki propped his steel toed boots on the steering wheel. He pulled out his ECHO.
Red eyes looked over into the distance. Slow ass Deku was taking his sweet time killing the skags.
Did he have to do everything?
Pulling up Deku’s contact and checking his earpiece, Katsuki decided to see what the hell was going on.
“Is there a fucking problem?”
“Eh…wha- no!”
There was a distinct clatter of metal hitting the floor and frantic footsteps. Katsuki, knew it was a bad idea to visit Midnight’s bar. He should have told Aizawa to kiss his ass because ain’t some fucking messenger boy. There were tons of those ass suckers that would have jumped for the opportunity for some work; instead, it was Katsuki that was partnered with Izuku – fucking – Midoriya, the only male Siren, to drop off some shitty envelope and recording. After dropping the shit off to some random mailbox on some stupid cliff, they decided to stop by one of Midnight’s many bars. The only wanted water, but stupid Deku was too mesmerized by the tits spilling out of the retired Vault Hunter’s corset that he decided to tip the bitch.
“Oooo, Midoriya,” She purred. “You really know how to make a woman feel appreciated.” She had caressed his face. “I didn’t thank you for that last job, did I?” Her mask did nothing to hide the look in his eyes. Katsuki had been on the receiving end of that look before.
“I-I couldn’t. I was only doing my job–” She had silenced him with a gloved finger.
“Nonsense. I insist.” She winked before slowly sinking to the floor. In seconds, she was back with a purple decorated gun with the name MoXXXi spray painted on it. A signature lipstick mark was by the muzzle. “You’ll take care of her, won’t you?” Midnight was playing it up from where Katsuki had sat. She had leaned over to hand over the gun. “I must warn you though…”
In their exchange, she whispered the rest into Deku’s ear.
“I’ll try m-my best!” With the quickness, the siren had gone ram rod straight. The gun was clutched to his chest. His face was as red a fire badass skag.
“Any day now, nerd!”
“If you’re so impatient, you could help me out!”
Katsuki watched from the distance as the only known male siren, clumsily tried to run backwards while firing. The skags weren’t pups. From his comfy seat, it seemed to be an adult pack of five – if you counted the two slumped hunks of meat that had laser holes in them – being led by one alpha.
In the mist of reloading, Deku dropped the gun.
“Are you fucking serious…”
Katsuki had little patience today. He just wanted a fucking cold shower. His skin was baking in this heat. He hopped into the driver seat and sped off. The runner had a small bumper deterrent in the front, so he ran over the poor fucker that was advancing more than the others.
With no communication, Katsuki took his seat back at the turret while Deku climbed into the driver seat. His stupid gun in tow. They were speeding back home. The remaining skags gave chase for about a mile before giving up. Other creatures tried chasing them, but Katsuki gave good warning shots with the rocket launcher.
Dry heat was blowing threw their hair, Katsuki looked over at the wind tossed green curls. He chose to speak through the ECHO because the wind was just too loud.
“What the fuck was that about?”
“Huh?”
“You just that fucking clumsy?”
“Oh! Kacchan, she’s slippery when wet.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
The goggles took up most the nerds face, but Katsuki could still see the deep blush on his stupid freckled face. “The gun…MoXXXi. The one Midnight gave to me.”
“Get rid of it”