It's been so long since a posted another oneshot—

But here I am. Is it yet again 11pm? Yes, yes it is. But sleep isn't important when you have coffee.

Future me here to tell you that this is gonna stay unfinished (and unedited) but I'm still uploading it-  I was supposed to write 1A reacting to the stuff Katsuki did but laziness is too great of an enemy for me.

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Katsuki was regretting his life choices. The choices that led to him sitting in a musty old chair in a musty old shop. Waiting to have some guy that Kariage knew to put a hole in his ear. Four holes, to be exact.

This was.. probably illegal.

He probably needed parental consent, but lucky him, Katsuki's parents were out on a vacation. His mothers words were; "Me and your father are going on a vacation! Don't ask why, and don't get in any more trouble, alright?!" And then she left the next morning with only a note to tell Katsuki they already left.

Ouch.

God, Katsuki really regretted his life choices.

This dirty old shack of a shop better not infect him with some kind of disease. If that happened, Katsuki would go on a fucking rampage.

Kariage however, was looking very pleased and was sitting right next to Katsuki. A very bad choice, as he was then swiftly kicked in the shin.

"Ow— Aw, what was that for, Kat?" He pouted, rubbing his leg.

Katsuki only glared back, scowling. "If I get arrested for this, I'm blaming you."

Kariage sniggered at him. The audacity of this man— "Sure, sure.. it was you who lost the bet though. You sir, brought this upon thyself, by making one bet with myself, and so now you-syth with be suffering."

"What the fuck-" Katsuki blanked, before being rudely cut off by the rusty bell in the shop ringing. It sounded so broken. Swivelling over to face the intruder, Katsuki could only glare at them.

It was a fucking teen. 18, at least. A young dude with a fucking mullet. This isn't the 90s' or whatever.

"G'Day, mates. I hear you're in 'ere for.." The guy had a ridiculous Australian accent, and he snatched a piece of crinkled paper and squinted. Could he read or not? Jeez.

"Em, yikes. Y'sure y'wanna do this?" He frowned at them. God, his accent was so fake yet so real. What the fuck.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure. Get on with it will ya? 'M not fucking weak." Katsuki finally barked at him, shooting yet another glare.

"Crickey," Fake Accent chuckled, "Got a feisty one ey, Kariage? Smokes are in the back if ye wan' em."

"Sweet! Well, my precious Katsu, I must go to enjoy myself. Have fun!" Kariage abruptly stood up and waltzed out. Bitch.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes. Katsuki turned to the guy again, "Let's just get this over with."

Fake Accent's smile wilted a bit, as he read over the paper again. "Aight, aight. Guessing it's ye first eva piercing, am I right?"

Katsuki's ears tinted the slightest pink as he grumbled out a 'yes'.

"Not one to talk, ey? I gotcha, yeah.." Fake Accent sighed. "Lemme get m' tools out reeaall quick, ight?"

"Fucking hell, hurry up!" Katsuki groaned, smacking himself in the face. This idiot.

Fake Accent scurried off, muttering something about something. Katsuki wasn't paying attention. This guys a living, breathing stereotype. Puts a shame to Aussies, he scoffed. He'd been to Australia once and nobody he met had that stupid accent. People were half-decent, too.

"M' back!" And he's back. Great.

"Stop. Talking. So. Damn. Much!" Katsuki spat. God, this idiot was getting on his nerves.

"Aright, aright." Fake Accent dragged a chair over to Katsuki and then angled his arms in his ears. Doing his job, finally. "This might hurt, so beware."

Then a shot of pain went through Katsuki. It wasn't that bad, compared to hero training and all, but it made him wince.

"Not 'alf bad, ey?"

"Shut up and do your job, you numskull—"

"Right.. not a chatty one, I'suppose."

The mullet headed idiot then put so many holes in his ear. What the hell? Katsuki didn't ask for over 2? He lost count and felt very, very numb with a stinging pain. Like a paper cut.

"Next ear, it tis!" Mullet grinned, as if he'd done something really amazing.

"Shut the fuck up—"

"Got it, got it, mate."

...

Yeah, Katsuki lost track of how many goddamn holes were in his ears now.

"Well, mate, time for the tongue." Fake Accent/Mullet Guy sighed. As if he was doing some real work.

Wait.

Tongue?

"KARIAGE. GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OVER HERE!" Katsuki screeched. This asshole was gonna pay, big time.

"Coming!" A singsong, joyful voice reasoned. The audacity this guy had.

"We never agreed on a tongue piercing." Katsuki grit out.

Kariage hummed for a second. "Well, duh, but you lost the bet — in a very pathetic way, might I add, so I added it..?"

"NO."

"But yes.."

"NO."

"I'll show your class your soft photos."

"Fine."

Kariage sniggered, dropped his cigarette by accident. Rest In Peace, cigarette. Kariage paused and seemed to mentally slap himself. "I'll be.. back."

And so, he disappeared into fucking thin air.

"You 'erd the man!" Mullet cheered, and gestured to Katsuki's tongue. Ew, Katsuki realised, he'd have to stick his damn tongue out like a dog. To have this guy put a hole in it.

Fantastic.

Begrudgingly, Katsuki did actually do it. The Fake Accent guy seemed awfully pleased with it. 

"Oi, Kari'ge! Ye boy's done; come see!" He yelled, only to yelp as he got a kick to the shin. "Uncalled for, mate!"

Kariage, again, waltzed in and his jaw just dropped when he saw Katsuki. "I, uh, wow. You were hot before bu-.." He stumbled on his own words like a moron when he saw Katsuki sticking his tongue out like a hot.

He was so dead. And then Katsuki remembered that he had to go to UA tomorrow. Katsuki and Kariage were both so dead, now.

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Rip.

Hope you enjoyed whatever the heck this it lmao-