Why do I love you so?

What is this feeling?

Izuku

I woke up to my alarm blaring at 5 am. I lazily rolled over to the other side of my bed, tapping my phone screen lightly to turn the alarm off. I sat up and swung my legs off the bed, rubbing the sleep away from my tired eyes with the back of my hand. Then it hit me.

'Today's the first day back to UA!'

I ran to the bathroom to take a shower. After I got out of the shower, I dried my wet hair quickly. I dressed in the school uniform, messed with my hair -trying to tame it but failing miserably- and ran downstairs for breakfast.

After breakfast, I headed for the front door and picked up my bag, shoving supplies into it. As I turned the doorknob to head to school my mom yelled from the kitchen, "Isn't it a little early to be heading to school sweetie?"

"I'll be fine mom, I promise." I smiled as I walked out of the apartment, quickly shutting the door so I didn't have to persuade my mom to let me leave. I took my earbuds out of my pocket, stuck them into my ears, and started to play my favorite artists.

Katsuki

I woke up to a soft ringing. I slapped my phone to make it stop, but it didn't work.

"Tch. Oh my god shut UP!" I yelled, pushing on the screen of my phone hard, cracking it in the process.

"Fuck!" I yelled, staring at my phone for a few more seconds. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I walked over to my bathroom to take my normal hot shower. I walked out a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around my waist and neck. I used the one around the neck to softly dry my spiky hair. While I walked over to my dresser, I saw my school uniform neatly folded on my desk. I suddenly realized what today was.

"My day just keeps getting better and better," I growled sarcastically, yanking my school uniform from my desk, and headed back to the bathroom.

Once I was done in the bathroom, I packed my bag with all the essentials for school, then headed downstairs for breakfast. When I got downstairs, I noticed my mom- old hag sitting down at the table with some toast on a plate. I walked over and grabbed a piece of toast. Then, I headed to the front door, grabbed my truck keys, and headed out the door; while ignoring the yelling coming from the old hag about her toast. After I started the truck, I put some of my music on and was off driving to school.

Izuku

I wasn't paying attention while walking across the street until I heard the screeching of wheels and a horn.

"Ahh!" I jumped. I noticed the orange beat-up truck, then looked up and noticed the too-familiar ruby eyes glaring at me.

"What the hell stupid nerd!" Kacchan yelled, sticking his head out of the window.

"S-sorry Kacchan!" I quickly walk the rest of the way across the road, shaking furiously. I put my earbuds back in until a bad feeling settles in my stomach.

I quickly turn my head to see a person wearing all black, following me. I see a sliver of greasy light blue hair fall from their black hood. Then I notice Kacchan's truck a few feet behind the guy following me. I can barely see his head turn and his fierce gaze hardens when he saw the guy following me. He turned and looked at me, then back at the guy. He sped up, glaring at the stranger as he passes.

"Oi, nerd!" He leans over and opens the passenger door, "get in!" I look at him, surprised, but then I see the guy in the black is getting closer. I quickly jump in and slam the door closed. "Oi! Don't hurt my goddamn truck!" I quickly apologize, then go silent. I looked in the side mirror, checking to see if the guy was still following us. When I look back, all I see is the shadows cast by the trees, sheltering the small benches lining the sidewalk. 

Katsuki

I continue driving to school after almost running the damn nerd over. Something black catches my eye. I quickly turn my head and notice a sketchy guy --wearing all black-- following the oblivious nerd. I notice Deku turn around and look at the stranger. I stare at him, then back at the stranger. I speed up, glaring at the black figure as I pass.

"Oi, nerd!" I lean over, opening the passenger door as I pull over next to him. "Get in!" His eyes widen a fraction, he looks to his left, then jumps in the truck and slams the door closed. My nose scrunches up and my brow furrows. "Oi! Don't hurt my goddamn truck!" I grip the steering wheel to stop explosions from escaping them.

He spews a few apologies then goes silent. I turn the wheel and pull back out. The tension in Deku's shoulders slowly dissipates as we continue our way to school. Deku slowly pulls out his shitty notebook and starts scribbling random nonsense onto the page. He stops, giving me a sideways glance. His eyes looking me up and down, an unknown question swimming in his dark green depths. He slowly traces every strand of hair that makes up my messy spikes, to the muscles that form my broad physique.

His eyes widen slightly, a light pink dusting his cheekbones. He looks down, focusing back on his scribbled notes. He noisily flips the page then --to the movements that I catch in my peripheral-- he seems to start sketching. He pauses, moving to the top of the page, and writes in big, bold lettering,

Katsuki Bakugo.

Izuku

I looked up as a shadow engulfs the vehicle. Kacchan parks the bulky truck, groaning as he spots the front gates swarmed by paparazzi. He grabs his bag and hops out, but not before giving a gruff, "we're here". I jump out and circle the vehicle, looking up at the huge gates surrounding U.A. I panic as a rough, calloused hand grabs hold of my wrist. I trip over my feet as I get dragged towards the entrance of the gate by a fuming blonde.

"Move it extras!" Kacchan shoulders his way through the thick crowd, still dragging me behind him. I trip over and step on many people's feet, shooting a quick apology over my shoulder whenever I can. Kacchan's grip wavers a bit when a camera flashes next to us. Just then, I realize his hand has slipped into mine.

'How many people are going to see that image?'

I blush at the thought, but soon get pulled from it when I hear Kacchan's raspy voice close to my ear. 

"If a few hundred extras see that photo, it won't matter. We have more important things to think about." He takes the lead again, leaving me a flustered mess as we continue to weave our way through the crowd. We finally get through the gate after being attacked by the press and journalists, although, none of them repeat what almost lead to a fatality last year. But, Kacchan's hand still remains in mine. The tight grip was calming instead of being intimidating as it might be to some individuals. I suddenly find my shoes very interesting as he drags me to class.

A/N:

Hello and welcome to my new story! I started this a while ago (probably three years at most) and finally decided to share it with the public. There's mutual pining, jealousy, anxiety, depression, mentions of self-harm, angst with some smut(?) and a happy ending.