satire bakudeku / pls read i need love

Betrayal.

(Back To Kirishima's POV)
"Do you.." I gulped, "do you like me?"
I clutched his hand harder in fear of the answer. My shirt stack to my back with sweat; I was way too nervous for the answer to look at Bakugou. Suddenly he pulled me in for a short kiss.
"Yes," he muttered, looking at me with hesitant eyes, as if he was trying to distract himself, "I..I like you."

(Deku's POV)
I ran to Kacchan's dorm, hoping to make amends. I slammed open the door, and stared in shock.

Kacchan. Kacchan and Kirishima.

"KACCHAN!" I shouted, tears rolling down my face. He turned to me and opened his eyes wide. Kirishima also turned to me with eyes full of loathing. I didn't care. All I could focus on was Kacchan.
"KACCHAN, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH.. WITH HIM?!" I screamed, tears rolling down my eyes, pointing at the red head.
"DEKU!" He stood up, walking towards me to hold my hand between us, "It's not what it looks like- I promise!"

I wrenched my hand away from his.
"DO YOU FEEL NO REMORSE? NO GUILT?" I cried out load, poking him in the chest.
"Please, Deku, it's complicated," He sobbed, hands shaking as he tried to wipe his eyes. I felt no culpability, thinking the weeping blond deserved it as I walked out of his dorm. I actually thought he loved me.
I am an idiot.

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(Kirishima's POV)
I watched Midoriya leave the dorm. Unsurprisingly, I felt no guilt. He hit Bakugou, probably cheated on him, walks in here and acts like that. Does he not feel ashamed? I shook my head and turned to Bakugou. His tear-stained eyes caught me off guard.
"Woah, don't cry!" I exclaimed, "are you not over him?" I clutched the hem of my shirt, nervous of the answer. Once fucking more. He sighed then stood up.

"Yes-no- I don't know!" He trailed his trembling hands along his blond hair as he turned to me with shaken eyes.
"Can you please just go? I can't deal with this right now," he said, pointing to the door. I sighed. Nothing ever went my way. Yes, Bakugou was having a bad time. Yes, his stupid boyfriend ruined their year long relationship. Yes, he didn't deserve this. So what? What about me? The character living in the sidelines, only to be played with and spoken to in dire circumstances. Didn't I deserve a happy ending?

"Get OUT!" Bakugou screamed, "I'm not in the mood to be dealing with your stupid fantasied world! Not everything's about YOU!"
Crap. Did I say that out load? Why am I so stupid? I ran off, tears in my eyes. The only time I was wanted was when he was 'in the mood'. Slamming the door behind me, I blindly sprinted past the dorms. Past the cafeteria. Past the common room. I wasn't wanted, wasn't needed. I don't fit in. I don't deserve friends. That's what I should be thinking; but it's not. I deserve everything.

I deserve to be friends with the giggling group of teenagers I always pass. I deserve the grades that everyone else achieves. I deserve to be able to talk to someone knowing that I'm not first choice. It sound greedy, but it's true. Isn't self love a top priority? Am I taking it too far? No. Bumping into walls sprayed with graffiti, stumbling into trash cans full with take-away boxes and cigarettes, only one thought repeatedly crossed my mind.
I deserve everything.