18th January
bakugo's pov
this is strange actually. why the hell chocolates keep showing up in my locker? who is this "secret admirer"? why is she doing this? i open my locker and as usual, the same chocolate is there. i take it and look around.. i saw a movement around the corner so i drag the person out and ready to shout at her but-deku's pov
kacchan takes the chocolate. im glad he like it- oh no he's looking this way! i immediately move out of his sight but i think that he saw me. he's walking this way.. im dead.. *thud,thud* he stopped and exclaims. " get out whoever's there!" it's time.. i walk out until kacchan sees me.
"did you put the chocolate here?"
"..." i looked at the ground
kacchan punch the locker beside him and screams
"DID YOU PUT THE CHOCOLATE AT MY LOCKER?!"
"YES!"bakugo's pov
this is so annoying
"YOU DAMN NERD! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAG I HATE YOU?"
i throw the chocolate to the ground.. hoping that that will makes deku understand
"i just hope that.." he started crying while looking at the ground.
"i just hope that it will gets you notice me and maybe you'd even like me!"
"what do you mean-"
"I LIKE YOU BAKUGO KATSUKI"
"shut up.. just shut up"i walk away.. just like I've always done.
"also..stop giving me those chocolate.."
"alright.."deku's pov
im at home thinking about what happened. i really am stupid am i? thinking that kacchan would like me- thinking that the chocolate- ugh shut up.. i feel like im dying and drowning in a dark cave, feels like the gravity there is twice heavier. feeling so helpless. im crying but i don't feel anything.i look at the paper knife inside my pencil case. should i? i grab the knife and stare at it.. i should.. i deserves it. i did a bad thing that made kacchan angry. i take the knife and cut my hand aggressively and multiple times. *drip,drip* i cut my hand deeper than i planned, the blood is overflowing that it gets to my bedsheet. the crimson red color is all over my paper cutter. since there's too much blood flowing out, i start to lose balance and knocked out.
"izuku? IZUKU?! WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT'S WITH THIS BLOOD?" that's what i heard before i completely passed out. i woke up with my mom sleeping beside me and my hand is covered with bandage. as i recall what happened, my mom wakes up and immediately hugged me. i hugged her back. "mom-"
"don't you dare do that again.. you made me worry sick!" she cries
"im sorry mom"19th January
I walk alone to school like always, not going to greet kacchan today. he made it clear yesterday, he hates me, no point in getting my hope up. don't get my hope up.. that's what I've been trying to tell myself.
"deku?"
"morning uraraka"
"you seems cold today..oh what's with that bandage?"
she takes my hand but i pulled it back
"nothing.. im sorry uraraka"
i walk to the front quickly.nothing much happened, i walk to the locker and take my book.-
"oi deku"
"kacchan?"
he drags me to the restroom and untie my bandage on my left hand.
"you damn nerd.. why would you do this?!"
"i thought you hate me-"
"YES i hate you deku but these things im sensitive about so tell me.. did i made you do this?"
"maybe- i don't know.. but you don't have to worry about it kacchan-"
he grips my hand strong enough to make my blood spills again.
"don't.. don't do this.. please.."he takes my hand, wash the blood away and cover it with a new bandage. his hand is as gentle and as feminine as someone could be. he handle it with care like it's something fragile. like he has done this before. *scoff* don't get my hope up.. they say. how couldn't i? he keeps giving me a reason to love him.
"kacchan"
"what is it? im focusing!"
"I'll continue loving you, even if you don't love me back"
"idiot, you're a complete idiot"
"kacchan.. I'll do anything for you"
"fine.. do whatever you want to i don't care"
he finished bandaging me up and walks away. kacchan..
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If That's What You Want [bakudeku] [bkdk]
Fanfic"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...