Freckles \ A BakuDeku Story

5: Boy + Friend = ???

Bakugou groaned, flipping over in bed. He opened his eyes, immediately spotting the time on his alarm clock. The blonde groaned, aggressively grabbing his phone. Four new messages were available. From someone called: DEKU.

DEKU: Good Morning, sorry about last night. I must have traumatized you, haha. Can we keep it between us? I'm still so confused. 

DEKU: Is it possible if we talk about it again too, sometime? I think I might be bisexual, like you said. 

DEKU: But I still really like you, though. Like... No women interest me at the moment. Just you. 

DEKU: I'm sorry. I know you don't feel the same way, and that's fine. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, either. I just feel as if you deserve to know.

The blonde scoffed at the enormous amount of words the greenette had sent, before texting his friend back. 

ME: It's fine, don't mention it. And yes, I wouldn't mind talking about it again. That's what friends are for. 

ME: And... for your information, I'm not straight. I should've told you that yesterday. And don't assume that I don't feel the same about you. You're an amazing guy and I liked you since the moment I bumped into you.

Katsuki hesitated, thumb hovering over the SEND button. After several seconds, the blonde pressed the green rectangle, until the word SENT appeared on screen. A sudden wave of regret invaded the teen's personal space. Almost suffocating. The teenager sat up in bed, his blankets sliding off his bare torso.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. The male immediately grabbed it, cheeks flushing red. 

DEKU is typing...

Then, the words disappeared. Nothing. DEKU was no longer typing. 

DEKU is typing...