If I Had One Wish

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine- Fuck

"Hey, remember that night?"

"Which one?"

"That night we walked through the forest, the night you-"

"What about it?"

"Nothing just... reminiscing."

"Deku."

"I know you want to forget it, but I'll always remember that night."

.•° ✿ °•.

What had he done?

He stared at the leather band around his wrist, a bracelet of sorts but as heavy duty as a collar, it hid what was underneath. It had spikes around it, it was quite pretty too.

What had he done?

He bit his tongue, keeping in the shaky breaths and trying to calm his nerves. No one will notice. A stifled gasp. No one will notice, not like they care.

No one will notice. He assured himself.

Are you sure about that? I mean, I'm sure someone will notice. You know, Deku. Look at him, look at him! He's staring~

Katsuki's little demon was running wild, driving him insane but what could he do? The demon was part of him, was him. He had to keep reminding himself that this was him, not some external source or figure. These were his own fucked up thoughts.

Bakugou slanted his gaze upwards from the black screen of his phone to the jade eyes watching him cautiously.

He always knew too much.-Katsuki thought to himself as he shot Midoriya a scowl. Izuku raised a brow, his powerful energy still present even if he was on the other side of the room, quite far away. They were in the common room, not the only one either. Where Izuku leaned against the wall beside Ochako, who was on her phone telling him about something, he supposed, Katsuki sat on the sofa beside Kirishima and Denki.

Eijirou had an arm around Bakugou's shoulders, something the blonde got used to. As a friend Kirishima was very touchy feely, he did it to everyone. It was normal because he had one arm around Katsuki and one around Denki who was rapidly spamming his controller, hunched over and staring intently at the TV screen. Jirou was kicking his ass in Mortal Kombat, not that big of a deal.

Back to Midoriya, he was watching cautiously. Uraraka hadn't noticed his distraction since she was still rambling, Izuku answered her under his breath. From where Bakugou sat he couldn't hear but he supposed they where going out later. A date?

I dunno, isn't Ochako always with Todoroki now?

Is she? Or are you just telling yourself that?- Bakugou almost let out a snort. Almost. His thoughts continued. -Okay, I'm kidding but for real. I thought she was all into helping that one villain chick. THe bloodsucker. That's why she goes to the police department all the time, to visit.

How do you even know this? Bakugou's bit his lip. Oh my god, I'm talking to myself, god I'm insane. I should be in the psych ward with that blonde blood sucking psycho.

So caught up in his thoughts yet so aware of his surroundings, he looked up to the scarred male, his eyes flicking to Katsuki's wrist in question, a question Bakugou merely ignored as he lifted his hood over his head and went back to his phone.

That didn't last long, soon enough he was looking up again to the freckled teen. Izuku was still staring, but not at him, his arm. Gaze locked on it, jaw working. His eyes seemed to be burning lasers into the leather, trying to see past it.

He can't know, right?- Katsuki wondered, his demon ever so helpful chimed in.

Unless he knows how weak you are, I mean, let's be serious here. It's no surprise. Maybe he wishes it were true!

That was a lie, obviously, Izuku would never want that but Bakugou wasn't thinking right. He loathed himself so completely that he agreed with the statement without even being mad about it.

If Izuku wanted him dead he had every right. Of all people Midoriya would hate him the most, right? He was so eager to prove himself right that he met the jade eyes glaring into his soul. What was he looking for? He can't be so suspicious over a mere bracelet! I mean, Katsuki wore them all the time. Not all the time, but sometimes actually. Tokoyami had gotten him the damn thing for his birthday, one of the few gifts he liked. So why, why was Deku so intent on it?

Midoriya leaned against the wall with one shoulder, nodding to Ochako as she left him to go into the kitchen, he watched her go. The minute she left his gaze flicked to Katsuki once more. Izuku lifted his own arm casually, rolling up the sleeves of his fitted black shirt until it was at his forearms. He made sure Bakugou was watching, tapping the scars left there by villains and as he made the motion he took note of the way Katsuki looked. He read the blonde like a book, or so he would think.

Bakugou flicked his gaze down to the scars Izuku had and called on every single ounce of his being, bringing back the mask of anger. He scowled, scoffed and looked away.

But Izuku knew.

Oh he knew.

And that was quite the tragedy for our lovely little Katsuki Bakugou.

The walls around his heart, his weakness, his entire being. They were about to be broken down like shattered glass... by the one person he didn't want to be near him. The one person. The exception.

Fuck.