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03 OUTBURST

CHAPTER THREE: OUTBURST

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Silence is loud- I never realized that until now. It's so loud that at times I feel like I'm drowning in it, especially when all I want is some noise to block it out. But I don't usually get what I want. I never have and likely never will.

The feeling of guilt and shame are still stuck to my heart, and I feel sick. I just want to vomit my emotions away, and Midoriya's continuous babbles aren't doing anything to ease the sinking feeling in my heart.

"So . . . How are Kirishima-kun and Tetsutetsu?" Midoriya inquiries, his green locks swaying gently to the cool breeze of the night. His emerald eyes travel to me, my pace quickening at the feeling of his eyes boring into my skin. Deku's legs extend slightly to match my pace, but it doesn't faze him. He has long legs that are chiseled by the gods themselves, sculpted to perfection.

I don't think any physical activity could even make him break a sweat.

Why do they even concern him? He never cared for them in UA, so why would he care now? If he really wanted to check up on the Number Five and Number Eight Pro-Heroes, he could always reach out to them. He doesn't need a messenger, and those two are just about as friendly as anybody can get.

If anything, he should be worried about how crappy of a boyfriend he is to Ochako.

"Fine," I roll my eyes, my hands rub my forearms as a small gust of wind collides with us. My hair flies backwards, all loose strands now pulled back and left to stand at odd angles. "They're both doing well, their biggest concern is probably the paparazzi."

Midoriya chuckles lowly, sending a shiver down my spine. I direct my gaze towards his upturned lips, his friendly aura sickening me further. Albeit, it only makes him more enviable and suited for the position of Number One. Midoriya could light the entire world up with just his grin. That's what people want to see in the hero that leads them. Somebody who everybody could love, whether they were a villain, hero, or civilian.

It's a shame that his smile is only making me more nauseous. If it wasn't, I would have kneed him in the gut just to see that stupid grin wiped off his face. Maybe then, I would feel fine. Proud, even. Anything but guilty.

Anything but that.

"Well, you three do make a phenomenal trio," he comments. His lips appear to twitch for a moment, but the darkness could be playing tricks on me. He takes a shaky breath and exhales, shooting me a somewhat tight smile. "I wouldn't be shocked if you three do get together. You all have been labeled as the greatest defense heroes to ever live. Everybody jokes that you all should be called, 'The Greatest Defense Trio- an unbreakable poly of love and trust.' "

My eyebrows furrow at his mention of love. Like the love you probably claim you feel for Ochako? Two-faced asshole- that's what you are. Nothing but a two-faced asshole.

Deciding to play with him, I bring up Ochako.

"How's Ochako doing, Deku?" My heart beats against my chest violently, and my jaw clenches. Those demeaning thoughts are back. We're both dirt bags.

I hate myself for that- for not being considerate enough to remember boundaries in a moment of rage. I know better; I'm an adult, not a child.