When school ends for the day, Deku is the first to bolt and leave the classroom. Katsuki wants to laugh, but, Deku has become so pathetic by this point, that it's hard to find it funny anymore.
Okay. In some ways, it still is. That's something that'll never change.
It's not Katsuki's fault, though. It's not.
Deku's the fag, not Katsuki.
Deku's the Quirkless loser, not Katsuki.
Deku's. Useless.
And Katsuki. Isn't.
So what if Katsuki was a little rough on Deku today? The brat deserved it.
Katsuki's always known what's right in this world.
And being a worthless philosopher who only thinks with his heart only gets you killed.
In any case, Deku's only alive because of Katsuki, and the little runt of the litter should be grateful for that.
Because if the world had it its way with Deku, he'd be dead.
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Izuku doesn't hear the voice talking to him.
He cries, but no one ever hears him.
He pleads, but no one ever answers.
He begs, but Kacchan never. Stops.
"Midoriya, who hurt you?"
It's a simple question.
But it's one Izuku's been asked far too many times before.
One he's had to lie about far too many times before.
"Midoriya?"
Please, don't look at me like that.
Please.
Izuku looks at the ground, its brown color always having been a darker hue of red.
It's like wherever he goes, Kacchan's always watching.
It's like whatever he does, Kacchan's always there, pulling the strings.
Is that all Izuku is?
A puppet -
- whose only purpose is to get fucked?
"Midoriya." The voice repeats.
no.
i'm not a puppet.
—I'm not—
Forest eyes meet heterochromatic.
"Midoriya, who hurt you?"
And Izuku breathes.
"Kacchan."
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As Katsuki exits the school today, he finds a familiar face waiting outside its entrance.
One Katsuki will enjoy thoroughly tearing to shreds.
"Well, well, well." Katsuki starts, "What do we have here. If it isn't Deku's little boyfriend."
Katsuki looks around. There's no one around except the two of them.
Weird, but Katsuki's not complaining.
