It's Never An Accident (bkdk) VOL 1

twenty-two

Ashton's PoV:

As I and Katsuki walk into his house I notice something in the area had changed. Katsuki's bedroom door was wide open with nobody in it. "Oh, God, he's already up?" Katsuki said to himself. I shove the flowers into Kat's hands just before Deku walked into the room. 

"Oh, hey Ashton," He said. I waved and solved my hands back into my pockets. I look over at my best friend. He was shaking, fucking shaking! This was hilarious, pure entertainment. I nudge his side and wide my eyes at him, trying to get him to say something. 

Why was he so nervous, it's his boyfriend?

"Deku, hey!" He exclaimed. 

ohmygodohmygodohmyGOD.

This was a second-hand embarrassment...

"I got these... For you."

"Oh, really?!"

He happily slides his socks over the wooden floorboards while grabbing the flowers out of his hands. "Thank you so much, these are so pretty!" He took a wif of the flowers before kissing Katsuki deeply.

It made me so happy to see Katsuki finally happy. He was always stubborn as a kid. 

"Oh, I'm guessing you helped him pick these out..!" Izuku pointed over to me before grinning. I nod slowly before eyeing Katsuki with a smug look in my eyes. "Well, thank you both."

I felt slightly bad now. Both of us?

"You're welcome, Deku. Now get back to bed."

He cared a lot for Izuku. It was so cute to watch it play out in front of you. He was always keeping an eye on him rather than people who were most likely being a dick and using him. 

Middle school was a rough time for them, though. I never agreed with the things Katsuki said and did the Izuku. I was just glad they were past all of that now."Oh, fuck!"

I watch Katsuki let go of Deku and rush into his room. I follow and to my luck, he didn't shut his door. He was practically naked, only in his boxers. "Jesus, Katsuki!" I shut his door.

"I'm late for work, I need to cover someone's shift!" 

"Oh my god," I laugh. "You're an idiot..."

He rushes out of his room in his Nike uniform, ready to run out the door while he slides his combat boots onto his snow-white socks. "Ah, I knew you'd fuck this up somehow," I laugh. He groans in anticipation before walking over to Izuku and kissing him once more. Before I knew it, he was out the door.

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Katsuki's PoV:

I stand tiredly at the register, my back already aching 20 minutes into this stupid ass shift I was forced to take in on. "Aye, Bakugo!" I look over at one of my coworkers. "Haven't seen you in weeks... What's been going on, man?" 

That's Aryan, the guy who constantly talks to me no matter how much I show that I don't want anything to do with I'm or his hobbies of breaking every girl he had ever been with during his lifetime. 

"I've been busy, that's all."

"With?"

"Deku, why do you wanna know so badly?" 

He grinned at me, "Why so angry?" He tapped his hands on the counter before seeing a person needing to be rung up. He stood there and waited for me to continue and actually do my job for once. 

"This all you got?" I ask them while scanning the items. They nod and hand me cash. I slide it into the register and look back up at them before handing them their receipt, "Have a nice day..."

I look back over at Aryan, "Now, where were we?" He grins once again at me before leaning onto the desk. 

"What's up with you and Deku?" He questions me, "You guys in a fight or something?" His gri was now written with concern and guilt for bringing it up.

"No, I'm just trying to spend time with him. That's all?"

He nods before heading into the back since his shift was about over. Here I am, working during daylight hours, which I in fact, never do. 

I barely work unless I'm forced to. This job is so my mom wouldn't be completely disappointed in me. "I'm heading out, see you, Bakugo!" I nod and look back down at my hands. 

My mom never was proud of me. The grades I somehow managed to keep up, my job I got accepted into, let alone UA accepting me. She just never was proud. 

I began to think about if there was something wrong with me, was I dropped on the head as a child or something, or did she hate me for no particular reason?

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