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Chapter 5 - "What's up?"

Deku pov:

"So yeah. That's how I ended up here." the older version of me concluded. I nodded, surprised at myself for keeping up with that long story. Says the one who mumbles all the time and can actually understand some of it. 

I looked over at Kacchan, hoping to see some sort of comfort from him. He stood with his arms crossed, giving an intimidating aura. I looked down, feeling my heart race. He looked so hot. 

I excused myself, saying that I needed to go to the bathroom. Once I was there, I looked in the mirror to see my own exhausted face looking back at me. Why the hell did I look like this? 

Deep inside, I knew the reason why I looked so sickly. I just didn't want to think about him after the look he had given the older me. He hated me, so it was no wonder that he was pulling that face. But it still hurt, those feelings of... unrequited love. I sniffed, wiping my face hastily with the back of my hand. That was when I realised that there were tears in my eyes. I was trying to stop my obsessive, dramatic crying after what Kacchan had said in second year. That he thought they were weak. That's because I was weak. This can't be happening...

10 minutes later...

"Oi Deku, you alright in there?" 

I quickly rubbed my eyes. Sh*t. Why was Kacchan here? He didn't care. 

"I-I'm okay, Kacchan!" I said as loudly and as confidently as I dared. I was so emotional from my crying that my voice broke as soon as I said his name. I sniffed, probably a big giveaway that I was crying and hadn't just had a moment of maturity. "I- I think..." I mumbled, on a side note. 

"Nah, f*ck that sh*t. I'm coming in." I heard him say. Immediately, I started trembling. He was going to see and make fun of me again! No, I couldn't deal with this. 

"Kacchan don't..." I whimpered, but it was too late. He had already seen me. I pulled my knees up to my chin and hid my face. It was obvious that I was upset. I sat in the middle of a bathroom, scrunched up and with a very soggy piece of toilet paper I had been using to wipe my eyes when there were too many tears to wipe with my sleeve. 

I let approximately a minute pass until I looked up at him, hesitant of what I would see. What I did see shocked me. He was just staring at me. His eyes looked lonely, pitiful and wanting to help but he just didn't know how. I got lost for a minute, in his eyes. Someone get me a map for those gorgeous eyes, please. 

I had a quick scenario in my head of me having the confidence to walk up to Kacchan and hug him. And before I could think of anything else, I had done exactly that. Once I had a moment to process my thoughts, I pulled away from his body, in fear that I would get blown up. 

"S-sorry Kacchan. I wasn't t-thinking." I managed to stutter. 

"It's alright nerd. You need a hug at this rate." He said, completely scaring the living daylights out of me. What a mood swing. He pulled me close again and I relaxed after a while. I stayed there for a while, just resting my head for his shoulder. 

"Kacchan, do you know how we ended... together... in the future?" I asked. Yes, I did like him and had for a very long time but I couldn't see myself ever confessing to him. Unless he ended up confessing to me... The probability of that happening was almost zero. 

"No idea. I don't know why, either." He answered bluntly. The tone of his voice indicated that he did in fact, hate me. I knew that. Why the hell was I making such a big deal out of it? 

I pulled away from him, not enjoying this at all. I thought he'd be acting differently, given what we end up as. Parents and... boyfriends. They're married, aren't they? Husbands then. Oh my god. 

I cried a bit more, holding my head in my hands. I kept this up for two minutes until I saw Kacchan's eyes soften and his body relax out of the corner of my eye. He put his arms around me and tilted my head up. I looked him up and down. What was he doing? 

"Kacchan..?" 

"I can't do this properly in a f*cking bathroom." He merely said. Do what properly? 

I didn't realise where he was taking me. His room. He opened the door to his room and I shuffled inside nervously. He then followed me inside just as awkwardly, and put his arm around me. He pulled me onto his bed to sit next to him. 

"Right. Spill it nerd. What's up?"

Word count: 829 words. 

A/N: I know this one is short but it sets the scene for the next chapter, maybe the next two if I feel like it. The next ones will also be entirely fluff and then I may throw in a massive plot twist. You lot will just have to wait and see. I have the power with this, not you. 

The image used isn't mine and credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. 

-Author 💕