The Man Behind the Screen

When it Rains, it Pours

BAKUGO'S POV

I slammed my car door shut before stomping up to Deku's front door. I raised my fist and pounded hard.

Who the hell does he think he is? Always coming into my life and making a mess of things.

I raised my fist and pounded again. He wasn't going to fucking leave me outside and ignore me.

He slowly opened the door, using his right arm to shield his face. I pushed the door open and shoved him back.

"Why?" I yelled in frustration while slamming the door shut behind me. "Why the fuck is it always you?"

He stepped toward me, but I maneuvered to my right. If he touches me, I think I might lose my shit.

"K-Kacchan." He had tears rolling down his face. He kept trying to move closer to me, but I continued taking steps back. I didn't want him anywhere near me.

"No!" I yelled. "Don't you fucking dare! I told you to stay the fuck away from me when we graduated! It took years, but I finally got you the fuck out of my head! Then you and Daiki start showing up, and you're back in my head again. I finally decide to confide in some stranger online, and it turns out to be you!"

It isn't fucking fair.

"I didn't know it was you!" He defended.

"I don't fucking care! It's always you! Every time I have a problem, you're right fucking there! Every time someone thought I was in trouble, you're there! Anytime I left my house, you were there! Every time I turn on the fucking news, you're right fucking there!"

He reached out to grab me, but I took another step back and swatted his hand away. "Kacchan, please! I didn't know it w-was you. If I did, I-I wouldn't have replied."

I don't know if I'm more pissed at him or the universe. I know I've done a lot of shitty things during my childhood, but I'm trying to be better. I'm fucking trying to be the hero I know I can be and be the person I needed when I was younger.

"It's too fucking late." An unfamiliar warmth fell down my cheeks, and my vision went blurry. I brought my fingers to my cheeks.

Am I fucking crying?

Wet streaks fell down both my cheeks. I fucking hate him for making me feel this way. Vulnerable and disgusting.

"Kacchan, I wouldn't have replied if I knew it was you," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."

His green curls were frizzy and sticking straight. Probably from running his hands through it so much. His bright green eyes had bags under them, filled with tears.

"Just... why is it always you?" I think the only thing at this point that would help is me getting the fuck out of the city. But can I do that? Could I run away and abandon everyone like that?

"You think I wanted it to be you?" He asked quietly. "I finally found someone I thought I could pour my heart out to. Someone who would listen and help me through all the shit that Itsuka is putting me through. Now, it's you, and I have nobody I can talk to!"

My eyes widened. Daiki.

Everything he told me when he didn't know who I was... Fuck.

My blood was boiling through my veins. How the fuck could Kendo do that shit to her son? How the fuck could she do it to Deku?

"Don't th-think that you're the only one h-hurt by this."

Hurt. Was I hurt?

I couldn't tell if the tears were from anger or sorrow. Maybe neither, maybe both. I'm still shit at understanding my emotions. I've never been good at it, but talking to Camposing helped. Now that I know it was Deku, everything feels tainted.