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 Unwanted Moment and Discoveries: Part 1
"What do I think?" He repeated reluctantly, with a pink blossom fulfilling his cheeks, and secured his body with his arms. "I think that you're... important to me."
Obviously disappointed at the answer, I rolled my eyes and yearned to hear something more congruent to my desires. Important to him? I fucking know that already. What makes me important? What do you want from me? What do you think of everything you and I have done? Be more specific, you're fucking Deku so you should comprehend the fact that I search for enterprising answers rather than wasteful ones.
"What is there in me that deems importance?" While elaborating, I took a few steps closer. He watched me from afar and reconsidered his response.
"Without you my life would be incomplete, but what we've done is not what I ever expected," he softly stated with his hands tethered at his efforts and rising pressure.
"Even after everything I've done? Death and lies?" This section was a sensitive topic for Deku. Because of the ingression and the accepting that I've killed for our own benefit and lied to seal the truths, he could either say he was against or in favour of my way to express whatever shitty emotions I harboured. Bound to be fatal, bound to be indecent and immorally compounded. But he was, too, breaking the rules by remaining here with me and not fleeing right away.
"No. I'm angry that you had to go over the limits. But to be honest, Kacchan, I'm also attached to you, just not to that extent. I have you in my mind always because of how cool you are, so all of this makes me think twice, it complicates what I see in you. And all I see is a person to fear."
With hopes strained from my devotion, I played with my choices. To make him fear me less, to force his trust on me. Maybe what's needed is reassurance that I wouldn't slay a soul in front of him nor ever bring it up again. Be always near him so he'd feel safe and less tenser; what he really needs is to get accustomed to my behaviour, and I'll accomplish whatever is necessary to grasp for these wishes to succeed.
"Come back here again," I demanded. This nerd was still slyly departing from the discussion and at the minimal distance in-between us, that he was almost at the edge of the mattress. Behold my sturdy voice since he complied and crawled towards me, in front of me. Accomodated, he raised his head with worry dwelling in his eyes.
My fingers positioned themselves underneath his chin, and I ordered with a motion for him to only look at me. Not elsewhere. Just me. "You're everything I want, everything I need. You shouldn't fear me because I'm going to be the one always there for you. Gosh, look at you. If someone else places their eyes on you, leave. Look for me. I should be the only one to tell you everything you want to hear. The only one to cherish you. To make you happy." It was a natural move that has lurked behind my back all this time I've retracted you from those tough dilemmas. In order to materialise my inner desires, I want him to enjoy them too.
