It's Never An Accident (bkdk) VOL 1

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"Deku, I think I fucking like you?"

I stand there, motionless. The blood drained out of my face slowly as I grew more flustered than ever. He, Bakugo, liked me?

"What?" I say slowly in a jokingly manner.

"You know what, nevermind!" He stands up and began to walk towards the exit. I grab his hand quickly and pull him backwards to face me.

"Kacchan."

"I said forget about it," He pauses. "Forget any of this even happened, okay?"

The sinking feeling, the numbness of this all. Everything was decaying infront of me. Not one thing was perfectly untouched with negative energy.

"Look at me," He says. "This never fucking happened..!"

Just then, he leaves my dorm without a goodbye. I could feel myself slowly begin to loose any strength I had before this event. I curled my fists, squeezed my eyes closed. I prayed this wasn't real, none of it was.

It never was supposed to happen this way.

As if he liked me, it was a joke, right?

Katsuki, November 21st, 4:25 pm

"This never fucking happened..!" I shout at Deku with a slight lump stuck in my throat. My eyes wanted to close, my mouth wanted to yell more.

But, I just couldn't.

I liked him, but this wasn't right for me to do whatsoever. Shit, he lost his mom for fuck sake. It wasn't ever supposed to be like this.

I rush out of his dorm room and make my way to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. I hoped nobody would be there, but to my luck there was.

"Fuck you, Icy-Hot..." I say before grabbing a cup and turning on the faucet. He glared over at me from the fridge before walking closer to me at the sink.

"Why so angry?" He grins. "It's not that hard to smile once in a while." I fumed with rage. It started at my gut and arose to my head. Everything that I held inside me almost exploded right then and there.

"What a shame," He starts to make his way out of the kitchen and over to his own dorm. I look over at my overflowing cup and turn the water off.

"Fucking bitch," I mumble. Love was too difficult. Love wasn't something I enjoyed while it lasted. As for my mom, she didn't either. Maybe I got it from her.

Who knows. I start to sip out of the glass slowly and carefree. I didn't care if it got onto my already ruined t-shirt. Nothing mattered in this moment.

"Are you emo?" Dunce face asked while standing off the couch. I didn't even realize he was there to begin with.

"What the fuck?"

"Are you an emo..?"

He repeated himself carefully. Emo, what's that? "I don't think so, shit face." He just grins before bursting out laughing at me.

"... Undercover?"

I push him aside and make my way over to my dorm to clear my head. I look over at Deku's closed door and sigh to myself. I just stand there looking at it like it's gonna open.

I knew it wouldn't, but why did I want it to?

I walk over to it and hesitate to knock on the faded door. I was nervous about Deku for the second time today.

Knock already, knock.

I knock on the door twice. He opens the door and looks at me confused, "What?" He asked with a pissed off tone.

I didn't say a word. Nothing left my mouth other than a shaky sigh and my lip quivering slightly. It was barley noticeable.

Deku just glared at me as if we couldn't fix what I had broken. "Deku," I start. "I'm sorry, okay?" We both stare at eachother in silence. Dark, hallow, silence that was deafening to the ear.

I moved closer to him, looking down at his lips. They looked softer than expected. I mean, looking at them close up wasn't much of a difference.

His eyes trailed down to my very own lips, but soon flew but up towards my eyes. "Why're you so nervous, Deku?" I ask him. His face turned a light pink tone before his head narrowed towards the floor. "Are you going to let me in or make me stand here like an idiot?" I demanded to be let into his room already, sick of waiting.

He nods, "Oh, right..." He moved aside to allow me into the messy bedroom, "Sorry." I close the door and look over at the male that tried to hate me, but just couldn't do so to save his life.

I sat down on the bed and waited for him to make a move, or something. But nothing occurs. He just stood there, still as a rock. "Deku," I say. My voice trembled slightly, making me curse to myself inside my very own head.

He walks over to the bed and sits next to me. Not too closed not too far. This was close enough to where I could kiss him if I wanted to badly enough.

I did. I really truly did.

"Uh... So, now what?" He questions. I shrug and fall backwards onto the blanket. My back immediately feels comforted and I sigh to myself.

Deku now lays by me, our hands touched. I turn over and loose the warmth of his pale hand that once touched mine. I stare at him from my side, my hand falling loosely next to his ear.

His eyes meet mine. So, he turns over as well. We just look at eachother for a moment until I moved closer to his face. His breath ran across my cheek. His eyes, his green emerald eyes. They were like no other.

Everything felt okay. His warm body, his face that was set into a neutral look that he constantly wore more often the past week. Everything about the guy I used to despise was perfect.

It was almost too perfect. Too genuine. I slowly move my lips towards his and attach them together. He seems caught off guard and pulls back slightly. But our lips didn't remove from eachother.

He relaxed and closed his eyes, I did the same. All I saw was the darkness that overlayed with fuzz with my eyes shut. I felt like I were in a whole new world. A new universe. A new dimension.

The longer I went without a breath, the better it got. I move my hand up to his cheek and press it down softly. His cheek was burning hot. I bet if I were to open my eyes, his face would be red.

I could bet on it too well. Way too fucking well.

We both pull back and take in a deep breath for the thick hot air. It was nearly impossible to just give myself a breather. I wanted to kiss him again. Over and over. Never leave his lips.

He slowly gazed up at my eyes and gave me a soft smile before running his hand through my hair. I never would let someone touch my damn hair, but this was an exception.

Shivers went down my spine as his fingers met with my blond ash hair. All I could do was smile back at him and enjoy this moment. I needed to enjoy each and every second of it incase I never get to see him like this again.

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