Toxin

19. Bleh bleh bleh?

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Izuku shook his head, his hands coming up to his eyes to brush imaginary sands. Deku clenched his glitching hand. Waiting for the other's next move. He gulped, cautious of any reaction Izuku might give. Would he yell in anger? Cry in sympathy? Stay silent?

Deku gulped again,

Izuku lowered his hands.

He covertly breathed out a heavy exhale.

Izuku's face remained concealed by his bushy hair.

He opened his mouth.

Deku bit the inside of his cheek.

"I- Uhh, need to go take a bathroom break."

Watching as the other stood up and walked away, Deku remained silent and stunned as he watched Izuku hurridly go up the stairs "... What?"

Slam!

Turning his head slowly, he faced forward back to the living room table. He stared, dumbfounded. Tha... That's it???

He asked himself, sighing and leaning back on the couch. That was anticlimactic. He thought, bringing his hands up to his face, seeing them stop with the glitches already,

"Hmm." He hummed, putting them back down, and inhaling a deep breath as he relaxed into the couch's soft mattress. No matter, it's only been 17 days... I still have many cards up on my sleeve to convince him.

He thought, jumping at the sudden bang on their door. Who knocks like a damn ogre at someone's residence at 11 PM? He thinks, sarcastically praising the person for not coming after 12 AM, or else as soon as he opens the door, he'll be punching that fucker for disturbing his peace.

He opened the door,

Katsuki Bakugo was at the door,

He punched Katsuki Bakugo as soon as he opened the door and saw who it was.

"THE FUCK?!"

"Oh, you're still alive." He said, shaking his fist.

"OF COURSE I AM! DO YOU THINK I'D DIE FROM THAT ONE WIMPY PUNCH?!" The blonde said, abruptly standing up and going into a defensive stance.

"Well, that wimpy punch got you flying a good 5 meters backward."

"Tch," The blonde growled as he looked away, making Deku sigh. He really didn't want to deal with this bastard after retelling Izuku his backstory, "What are you doing here?" He sternly asked, catching the blonde's attention.

He sighed, "De-Izuku," God, it felt weird to call that nerd again by that name, "bring him here." Deku raised a brow, "Why?"

"I need to talk to him." He said, finally facing the greenete

"Talk?" Deku repeated, wary of the unusual actions of the blonde. "Why?" He repeated, "Because I need to talk to him." Bakugo said, his tone making it clear that he had no intentions of saying anything more.

"Why?"

A tick grew on Bakugo's forehead.

"I have something to say to him." He said, a little bit slower.

"What is it? I can just relay it to him."

"No, bring. Him. Here." He insisted, his voice lowering its pitch.

Deku stared at him, contemplating. But there wasn't much to think, so he immediately said no. Causing the blonde to lose his patience and yell, "For fuck's sake. just get out of my way!" He said, grabbing the other by the arm to push them aside when his view was suddenly shifted to the grassy ground.

He stood up, glaring as he lit his palms with his quirk, "You little-"

"How about considering who you are and your past actions first and foremost." He bluntly said, causing the blonde to flinch and freeze. It wasn't just because his regretful past was being mentioned. No, it was mainly because of how this Deku looks at him.

The other Deku never said anything about their middle school life, and if anyone ever asked, he'd just awkwardly laugh and say it was boring.

But this Deku doesn't. Instead, he is the one who brings it up and looks at Bakugo with cold and resentful eyes. And it was as if those eyes were daring him.

"Just move, you damn villain." He said. He did not know it was the top word he shouldn't have said. After all, for him, it was just a remark- a fact- but it was more than that to the other person.

He froze, sensing a highly murderous intent towards him, making him feel choked. He slowly looked into the greenete's eyes. Finding them staring down at him, much colder, much harsher, much prominent with the hate he harbored towards him.

Before he could even speak, he was pushed down. His neck was wrapped in the other's hands. He chocked. Reaching to the arms that held him down to pry it off, when he was suddenly flipped.

A hand on the back of his neck and another holding his wrists. A foot on top of his hands as his palms were held facing his back. If he were to light his quirk, he'd only injure himself.

"WHAT THE FU-" His head was slammed to the ground, cutting his sentence off.

"Damn villain? You really think I'm the villain here?" He asked, his grip tightening on his neck. "WHO THE FUCK ELSE WOULD BE?!" He yelled, struggling to get free.

Deku laughed, "Who?" He repeated, drawing his face closer to the blonde's ear and whispering. "You, Katsuki Bakugo."

"Wha-Ugh!" He grunted as his head was suddenly slammed yet again to the ground. "What? Do you disagree?"

"OF FUCKING COURSE I DO! YOU-! MOTHER! FUCK- UHK! STOP-UGH!" He yelled, the grip on his neck tightening and slamming him continuously to the ground, disabling him from talking even further.

"Right. What are you going to say next? That you're right and I'm wrong? That you didn't do anything worse than this?" He asked, glaring back at the fiery red eyes of the blonde beneath him. "That you didn't bully me for years? Just because I wanted to be a hero?" He paused, watching as a trickle of blood ran down Bakugo's head from his continuous slamming.

"I admired you," he whispered, his eyes suddenly going opaque and devoid from behind his curtain of bushy green hair.

"All I wanted was to stand by with you, so why?..." He whispered, his grip lightly loosening on the blonde's neck.

Katsuki, not wasting a second, turned and blasted the green-haired away. He gasped, his hand reaching up to his reddish neck, "Why?.." He heard the other mumble again. His red eyes met toxin green ones that shook with tears pouring out of them.

"Are you trying to make me kill you again?"

AN: Hewwoo, missed me?