Unwritten √ BakuDeku

11

"You look relatively fine today, what's the occasion?"

Izuku looked towards Katsuki, his head now out from his notebook filled with doodles. "It's really nothing special, but thanks."

"No, I meant that you genuinely look good, what's happening to you?"

Deku shot him a little frown before melting his stare. He shut his notebook and bent towards the table he was settling at, watching Katsuki make his way into one of the few chairs around it.

He smiled at Izuku as brightly as he could. As you could tell, he was not a bright person just from the look of it, "Oh, quit it! I'm being nice for once, don't you appreciate it?"

Izuku rolled his eyes and grinned a little. "Yeah, well, you aren't the meanest person I know, so..."

"Who beats me?"

"Uraraka."

He laughs, looking at him with a minor quantity of craving in the discussion. "Ay, I got a question," Bakugo told Izuku who happened to be reopening his notebook once again.

Izuku glimpsed up at him, "What is it?"

"You know, I've never really heard you talk about your love interests since we've met."

Deku's heart hurled, making him feel light-headed. "Well, of course, you haven't. Isn't this like... More qualified employment you have going on?"

Katsuki shook his head, "Not really, it's more like babysitting," He grinned.

This made Izuku slightly offended, however, in the best way. "Yeah, okay."

"Tell me, who is it."

"Nobody?"

"There's no way, at your age?"

The province felt more sealed now that this conversation was unwrapped. He hadn't intended on chatting about this today, with anyone for that matter, yet it didn't seem like he had a choice.

He sighed, "I haven't even kissed anyone yet. How do you expect me to date, someone?"

Bakugo's eyes widened. "WHAT?"

Izuku knew this was coming, yet he still was not mentally prepared for it. "You're twenty-four years old and you haven't kissed anybody?"

The greenette nodded, doodling on the paper in front of him with this ballpoint pen he stole from Todoroki a few moments before this tragic incident, "...Yep."

"That's insane, I couldn't get my mouth off from this someone in my high school."

"Too much information..."

"Yeah, whatever..." He looked up narrowly, "I still cannot believe it, am I hearing this correctly?"

He wavered. "Izuku Midoriya has no kissing experience? Talk about a letdown."

"Shut up..!" Izuku snickered. "You probably never had an existing relationship, so you should not be the one talking."

"Pft, I had all the girls chasing me."

"Oh, really? Is that so?"

Katsuki rolled his eyes quickly before standing up from his seat. "For sure, now can we go someplace else I'm starving."

Izuku eyed him before pulling his attention back to his notepad. "Ay, hello?! I'm about to get hangry and it's not pretty."

...

Izuku and Katsuki we're seated this time at somewhere fairly fancier than where they usually drove.

A waitress came up to the table, giving Deku a long cold-hearted stare. This made him get shivers down his spine due to eye contact. "What can I get you guys today?"

His voice, it made Izuku's heart skip into orbits, his appetite slowly decreasing as the blood rushed to the top of his head, making his skin pale.

Bakugo eyed him weirdly before ordering for them both. He seemed moderately unresponsive due to the "hello's" he never acknowledged.

His voice. It was the same from that one night he left alone.

He was gonna pass out, he knew it. One wrong move and his head would for sure be cut off.

"I can see it in your eyes, the panic. What's gotten you so scared?"

Izuku flies out of his daze, slowly turning towards Katsuki. His head was goop, fuzz, static. Nothing appeared to be filtering while his mind ran on about the male who simply walked away.

"Deku."

"Huh? Oh, sorry."

"It's okay..." Katsuki's eyebrows dug up in deep concern. He had never caught a glimpse of him so... Frightened? Worried? Stunned? "...Why're you acting like that, do you know him?" He finally asks.

"No, I don't. I just thought I did, that's all."

He knew the guy, and this wasn't going to end well for him and his sake.