Discordence||Trans Bakudeku

13|Denial

The moment Izuku squinted his tearful eyes an eruption of shouts and cheering blew up the tense quiet of the room, every teen in the room shocked at the events unfolding in front of him. Katsuki knew what was going to happen soon. "No fuckin way!" "He lost!" "Ohhhhh!" were all utterances of the highest possible octaves. Once the shouts died down they all sat quietly, watching in suspense once again. "C'mon Midoriya!" Kirishima encouraged. Kaminari jumped in with a gigglish "Kacchan!" Katsuki looked in disgust at the people around him but his smile faded when he saw Izuku's face. He was indifferent and even smiling. A slow cheer began. "Midoriya! Midoriya! Midoriya!" The blond was amused by the stupidity of his classmates; Izuku wouldn't do it, he'd kill him. "Don't be a wimp!" The blond glared at Izuku who barely moved. "Don't forget about the punishment!" Kirishima reiterates. Izuku stood up abruptly and walked carefully over to the blond who didn't move an inch and crossed his arms to assert dominance.

"You wouldn't dare." he whispers, a snarl becoming apparent. Squatting down, the other didn't give him the time to think and grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck and forced his lips upon his. There may have been cheering coming from the other teens but Katsuki couldn't hear anything, his mind singled out everything to this one spot. For some reason he couldn't pull away; be that for reasons of not wanting to come across as a wimp, or that he was too shocked to move. Or the freckled idiot was using "Gear Shift" on him."Midoriya! Midoriya! Midoriya!" he heard clearer. His shoulders relaxed gradually and his brain convinced him this was a good thing happening to him. After over 30 seconds of making out with Katsuki the best he could he pulled away and walked back, more cheering coming from the people around him. Reality came back to the blond once the game continued. Something was horribly wrong. He was staring at his hands. It didn't register until now he was holding onto the other's shirt and that's why his organic palm was buzzing with an empty warmth. His lips were still wet.

Why was he thinking this way? It's the hormones. Horrible teenage hormones making him think he likes something. That's all it was. He got up and went back to his room to the disappointment of his classmates in order to clear his mind. He forgot his cane but that didn't matter to him. Maybe some sleep would put these thoughts to rest definitively, and so he did, stumbling over to his bed without a blanket and closing his eyes. The game of truth or dare didn't last long after he left and eventually they all went back to their dorms to go to sleep as well. The blond didn't dream that night, that was most likely for the best. Anything his brain could conjure up in relation to the prior events would be discarded by morning anyways, like a brain sweep. Or so he hoped. The next morning he was woken up by a sharp knock on his door. It wasn't bright enough for his eyes to be strained so he opened his heavy lids with ease and almost bliss. It was raining, and rainy days reminded him of his childhood before his quirk manifested.

Gloomy but calm and melancholic, damp, defying the notion that the earth should be up in flames even if it actually is in another hemisphere. He couldn't think about that though, because the memories from the night before revisited his mindscape in the span of mere seconds. That night of sleep didn't erase his memory like he secretly wished, it wasn't a dream. It's not the end of the world, it was just a stupid dare with a relatively convincing consequences, there was no choice in the matter on either end. But why was Izuku so into it..? And why did Katsuki himself almost give in? Maybe if he lied to himself and thought about what happened like an american christian thinks about gay people then he would be fine. Now that was just stupid. He groans, stretching his stiff limbs. For some reason his right arm hurt and when he looked over, he saw the pale nub at the end instead of his metallic fingertips. The bionic arm lay on the floor, abandoned and forgotten about.

"How the fuck did you fall off?" he grumbles. He leans over and snatches it, lining it back with his nub and letting it tighten itself to his skin. That phantom pain from the nerves of his arm always sort of lingered, but having an arm he actually controlled with his mind nearly fooled it into thinking it's the real thing. Nerves still buzzed regardless sometimes. He stretched some more and stood up to get ready for the morning. As far as he knew there wasn't school but he was starving. This time he'd eat in the cafeteria, but that cat cafe was tempting. It didn't take long for his legs to start giving out and he would have nearly fallen if it weren't for his quick reflexes. A cane wasn't enough and he knew it but he wasn't ready to admit it. Katsuki brushed his teeth, hair, and washed his face before leaving his bathroom and checking on what that knock was about. How his legs were capable of taking him to his room were behind him as he could barely make it to the door without a stumble or two.

He opened the door. No one was there, obviously, but when he looked down he was met with a note, his cane and some spicy candy boxes.The note read, 'Sorry for last night, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. I may have been a little too into the whole game due to peer pressure. If you want, tomorrow I can make it up to you.' Rolling his eyes he began to close the door, "Huh..?" he whispers to himself. A polaroid stuck out from between the crack in the door. That was most definitely from someone else, he snatched it and stared in disgust. The photo was from last night when he was in the middle of changing, shirtless and laid back on his bed, clearly unaware of it. "What...the?"
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.i actually don't know how this one is going to play out tbh. it might take a while for me to figure that out UPDATE: i know now, i have gained knowledge and have changed parts of this chapter to accommodate the next. next chap will be real soon dw.