|Fated against all odds| a bakudeku love story

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Katsuki pov:

I wake up to the loud comments from my annoying ass classmates. I roll on my side to check my phone, realizing I've been asleep for longer than I thought. Couple hours.

I get up and grab a hoodie I've had since I was little, my mom sewing patches of fabric into the sides to make it bigger and fit me. Gathering my frustration, I open the door.

"What's all this damn noise for?" I yell towards the crowd of people around my door.

"We don't know where midoriya is!" Dunce face yells back. My face becomes expressionless, almost blank.

Then I laugh "why is that my problem?!"

"Well he said he was going to clean his room but we haven't seen him since..." pink cheeks complains, hurt in her voice. I stare at everyone, their confusion and worry displayed on their faces.

"Fine I'll go look for him. BUT DONT EXPECT ME TO FIND HIM! I just might know a couple of places" I give in, earning cheers from the crowd. I roll my eyes and grab my shoes from inside my dorm, closing the door as I walk out.

"That's a nice dorm you got their bakubro! You don't have anyone around you!" Shitty Hair comments on the empty dorms next to mine. I smile just a little when he says that.

"Yeah, whatever"
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I walk around the corners of familiar places, places me and deku would go to when we were kids. I'd be lying if I said that this hasn't happened before. He used to run, still runs, when he gets overwhelmed and can't think properly. When we were 4, he ran away from home because he couldn't deal with his parents fighting. He became so overwhelmed with the world around him that the only thing he could do was escape. Aunty called the hag and I happened to hear her worried voice. I snuck out and found him at a nearby playground, digging in the dirt. When I got closer, he had drawn a house, with his mom, his dad, and me.

'A happy family...'

I never knew what he meant until a couple years later when his dad finally left and Aunty had come over crying saying she wished she had a happy family. I still don't understand why I was there.

I walk past neighborhoods, a family having a birthday party. A happy family.

Finally, I walk to the last place I can think of, feeling the sand sink into my shoes. I turn off my music, taking a look around the beach. It was more crowded than I remember, families having picnics and dogs running wild. The smell of salt and happiness was more than overwhelming. I start walking closer to the water, looking from side to side. Finally, close to the water, a figure with green hair comes into view.

I walk closer to him, trying to not scare him. I didn't know why I cared so much, but I blamed it on the state he was in. Tears falling into the sand, knees to his face and arms wrapped around himself. a sad sight.

"...hey."
The sniffles halted as the tear stained eyes shot up. With a little flinch, he looked at me, and then started frantically rubbing his eyes

"Hey it's fine. I'm not gonna yell at you for crying dammit, so calm down" I say as I sit down next to him, keeping a small distance between us.

"I-ok. How did you find me?"
"Well after everyone was freaking the fuck out, I just walked to some of the places I know you run to."

He sighed
"I'm running again. I don't even know from what but I'm running. Heck, I forgot where I was even running to and then I ended up here"
His sniffles continued as some tears dropped from his eyes. For some reason, this broke me.

"Stop fucking crying. It's okay to run. You put the world on your back and then hate yourself for falling. Dammit, let other people help you" I add, trying to not sound too mean. He let out a small laugh before resuming to sorrow.

"Kacchan, I can't. I'll feel like a failure to the people around me. I tend to ruin things with people who try to help me."
"Not like anyone wants to run with me"
He says that last part under his breath, but because of the small distance between us, I heard him.

In many ways, this sentence broke me. Something about him saying that, sounding so weak and hopeless, hurt something in me. That's probably why I spoke out loud, and said something that I would probably regret.

" I can run with you ..."

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