Freckles \ A BakuDeku Story

3: Brotherly Encounters

"So... Why is my character so... Violent? I mean look at this! I can't just stand there and go: DIE DIE DIE all the time..." Katsuki grumbled, looking over to Izuku. The greenette snickered, looking down to his own script.

"It's the whole point!" He giggled. "Besides, your voice and face matches it, too." 

The blonde frowned in confusion, smiling as he did so. 

"Is that an insult? Damn- Why aren't I the main character, huh? I mean, if I'm THAT important..." The teenage boy teased, flapping his papers. Midoriya laughed. 

"Because, it was MY idea. Now say your line, so we can keep going!" The greenette laughed. Bakugou smirked and looked down to the pile of papers. He read his line, then angrily looked up to a certain blonde boy, standing not too far from him. 

"DIE! YOU MORON!!" He yelled, grabbing the boy's collar. However, the scene was abruptly cut off by a burst of laughter. It was getting late, and everyone was tired. 

"Alright, everyone. Might as well call it a night. Good job! See you all Thursday!" Izuku called, trying his best to hold back his laughs. He walked over to the edge of the stage, grabbing his bottle of water and jacket. 

"I told you, I'm not a good actor." He heard, from behind. The greenette turned around once more, where Bakugou was standing, alone. The small male smiled, tilting his head. 

"Don't say that. You're good! You'll get better, too! Trust me." He spoke softly. The small teen sat down, letting his legs dangle on the side of the stage. He took a quick sip of water, before putting on his jacket. Soon, Bakugou sat next to him.

"I hope I'm not too much of a bother to you, sometimes. I know that I can get pretty... Annoying? Kind of... Too much. Extra." He scoffed, looking down. Bakugou remained silent for a while, as the aura around Izuku seemed to suddenly change. "A lot of people say that I get too... Comfortable. That I get attached too much, and I tend to bug the shit out of someone."

By then, the freckled boy's smile was completely gone, and his eyes seemed dull. Katsuki looked down to Midoriya's red boots. 

"You don't bug me at all. I really love spending time with you. And these idiots, too. You guys are the only ones who actually don't mind my attitude. Especially you. You're unphased by it. I liked you more than anyone else in this school. So you can bug me as much as you want."

Izuku smiled, keeping his eyes to the ground for a moment. 

"You really think so?" He asked. Katsuki starred at the small male's face. The lighting was perfect, showing off the boy's adorable freckles, as well as his other wonderful features. 

"I do." The blonde spoke, mesmerized. They remained in silence for several seconds, before Midoriya leaped off the stage. 

"Alrighty then! I'll get going! See you tomorrow, Kacchan!" He snickered, suddenly energetic again. Bakugou shook his head to the silly nickname he was given. 

"Yeah, whatever, good night, Deku." He smiled. The greenette smiled, standing up straight before running out of the room. And there, Katsuki sat, alone in complete silence. However, his peace and quiet was interrupted by a voice, resonating behind him. 

"So, blondie. Katsuki, right? What the hell are you doing with my brother?" 

Bakugou turned around in shock, eyes landing on a familiar purple-haired male. He was in his classes... Izuku's brother. 

"What? Nothing." The blonde blurted out, panicked. 

"Oh, don't fool around with me, dumbass. I can see how you look at him. Just now, that long flirty talk- Ew. Just gross." The tired-looking teen gagged. Katsuki frowned. 

"Wha- No. We weren't flirting... And what are you doing here?" He asked, standing back on top of the stage. Hitoshi sighed, seemingly unbothered by the whole situation. 

"I was supposed to come and get Izuku... We usually walk home together. But apparently, he didn't have the same idea." The taller teen sighed, looking towards the door that Midoriya had run out of, several minutes prior. "Anyways... I don't mind you hanging out with 'Zuku. Not one bit. But if I ever hear about you hurting him, I'll make sure you walk out of here with a bloody nose, punk." 

The irritated tone in the boy's voice sent chills down Katsuki's spine. Sure, he had gotten into fights, before. But he wouldn't want to get in a fight with this guy. He was taller than him, and not to mention his very apparent muscles. Bakugou wouldn't stand a chance. 

"Besides, I'll tell you right here and now, buddy. My little brother isn't going to like you back. He's straight. Just to save you some trouble. You can still try, though." The taller male shrugged, walking off. 

Once again, Bakugou was left alone, but this time, he wasn't left in a good mood.