Driven by the thoughts he had forced himself to believe, Katsuki Bakugo finds himself oddly attracted to someone in a way that would demolish his appreciated image. Taunted by his own emotions and questioning the best of his decisions, after encount...
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The Tyrant and Disciple's Feud
When I saw Todoroki and Deku before one of the projected displays, gawking stupidly at the developing structure, it put me under an unbearable distress. This bastard and that asshole had secretly united to visit this shitty museum together, and didn't bother to consult me. The plausible fact that they've been together for hours, nearby each other's sides in several attractions, almost inseparable; fucking distorts my rational sense which little I resulted. I had nothing left for myself to console. No internal words that could tranquilise me or an inspirational quote to promote the essence of compassion and consideration.
I wasn't going to let them glance at one another's eyes a second more, not while I was there.
While stomping towards them with heavy steps, they were quick to be alarmed and simultaneously reared their heads.
Snatching Deku's wrist, I hauled him from the serene pest farther away, assigning my destination to the exit.
"Kacchan! What in the world are you doing?!" He yelled at me, resisting as he tried to break free.
Stopping vigorously, I nullified his attempts by swapping to compress his arms forcefully. His jacket was a thin layer to dismiss, and beneath that fabric had worn a formal attire to subdue the remarkable trivial perception.
"What? I can't cause a scene and assault that cold bastard. I would be taken away by the security."
Deku nodded his head violently. "No! That's not what I meant! Why are you here?" He pulled oppositely in a staggering stance, meanwhile I felt several people giving us the insinuating stare.
"Bakugo, stop." Todoroki abruptly appeared and split us apart. He aparted Deku from me with his protective arm and an aloof expression of his disdain towards me. "What you just did was terrible. Do you know that you're harrassing Midoriya's personal space and liberty?"
I was stunned at this dull heart's colours beginning to scrape the canvas. Since when was Icy-Hot babysitting my lover? Since when has he been nesting him and deluded that he can just do whatever he wants with his decision-making? My pent-up anger brimmed vilely, and I sensed my eyes simmering at the interconnected glare. Hah, he thought to himself so proud and commanding. But Deku doesn't belong under his influence.
Speaking of which, Deku's face drifted to a frightened replacement, with widened eyes and tremolous lips. But despite that, he had no reason to fear; I hadn't even maimed him once and he looked at me like a wild creature! Unless Todoroki betrayed my past self's redemption and rampaged over my weaknesses and disadvantages, this guy has no justification to think of me as detrimental.
Rapidly, I grasped Todoroki's collar and coerced him to face frontward; to me, to my eyes, and to my words, confirming that every statement was heard lucratively.
"Do I look like I care? Who told you you can just take him away to a desolate, unknown city and distance us from interacting together? Huh?!" I snarled.
