"kacchan!! that's so cool! i hope I'll be getting my quirk soon!"
"Ha! even if you have your quirk soon, it won't surpass me!"
"that's true kacchan! your quirk is so cool!"Bakugo wakes up in shocked. in the middle of the night, his body is covered in blanket. *pant,pant* he put his hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat beating as fast as time flies by. "no deku.. no.. not you again!" suddenly tears falls down on his face. he can't help it but keeps on crying. "please no.." he covers his eyes and sobs.
A month ago
"good morning kacchan! have you eat your breakfast?"
"yes i have"
"nice! what did you eat kacchan?"
bakugo just wanted to get rid of him quickly. he is so annoyed by this greened hair boy. so clingy..
"listen deku.. i really don't want my morning to be spoiled by your face.. so go away"
bakugo walks faster, leaving deku behind.deku's pov
That man that i was talking to is my childhood friend.. we went to the same middle school and now.. even same high school! little that he doesn't know that i had a crush on him since forever! he used to often talks to me but i don't know what happened. this morning he might just have a bad morning.. well nevermind then.. it's january the 13th. I'm planning on to be his valentine date next month! wish me luck!"uhh kacchan! you borrowed my textbook yesterday.. can i have it back?"
"sure.. here have it back"
he's talking calmly to me.
"kacchan, want to grab a lunch together?"
"im going with shitty hair amd pikachu"
"oh okay then..""oh kacchan! want to walk home together?"
bakugo's pov
"oh kacchan! want to walk home together?"
leave me alone.. it's the only thing i want him to do.. leave me alone! i can't stand him anymore.. he's like.. HE'S LIKE A CURSE TO MY LIFE!
i turned around quickly, facing deku.
"what do you want from me?!"
"i just thought that we could walk home together-"
i pushed him as strong as i can in anger. i am angry- no.. i am irritated, annoyed everything that you could name.
"listen.. i don't like you.. no.. i hate you! ever since we were kid! so leave me alone if you don't have any business with me!"
i turn around and leave him on the floor, shocked, and walk awaydeku's pov
"listen.. i don't like you.. no.. i hate you! ever since we were kid! so leave me alone if you don't have any business with me!"
i am shocked, completely freezed. he pushed me to the ground.. those were anger. as i expected, he's having a bad day. so he probably doesn't mean anything that he said just now.. i still have hope! i picked up everything and go home happily.I'm laying in the bed, playing my phone. i wonder if kacchan likes chocolate.. OF COURSE HE DOES! WHO DOESN'T LIKE CHOCOLATE! I'll buy him this for tomorrow hehe.
next morning, 14 January
bakugo's pov
"kacchan!!"
i thought i made it clear yesterday to leave me alone.. he is just-
"kacchan! how are you today?"
"not bad, what do you want nerd?"
"well kacchan-"
i don't wanna hear it.. i really don't.. i walk away as fast as i can before he could say anything."oi shitty hair!"
"oi bakubro! cmon lets go to lunch"
"wait up, i need to take my stuff at my locker"
i went to my locker and opened it and i saw a chocolate box with nothing else with it. i take it and look around the box. ill eat it with shitty hair i guess.deku's pov
omg.. he got my chocolate.. i sit down against the locker in embarrassment. i shouldn't have give him that.. what if he's allergic to milk? im so dumbbakugo's pov
i walk towards kirishima who's waiting for me. "where did you get that chocolate?"
"idk it's in my locker"
"uuu bakubro have a secret admirer"
"SHUT UP PIKACHU!"
"HAHAHAHHAHA"
"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?"deku's pov
he liked it i think.. I'll buy him more for tomorrow.
repeating stuffs just happens repeatly, i bought him chocolate.. he founds it in his locker and shared it with kirishima.
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If That's What You Want [bakudeku] [bkdk]
Fanfiction"will it makes you happy kacchan? i would do anything for you! Even if you don't like me back.. Even if.." "why.." the cold air struck in. 🎸warning 🎸 ~self injure ~bully ~strong language ~suicide 🕊non of the characters nor the arts are mine excep...