Glasses? [DkBk/ BkDk]

Chapter 1

(Deku's pov)

Kacchan's always been above me: his intelligence, his power, his looks, anything I can think of, Kacchan has always been better at.

He's never once offered me help, until learning about one for all, of course. Even then, he mainly helped with my fighting styles, so was surprised when he offered to help me study.

After my fight with overhaul, my grades dropped. I think my concerns about Eri distracted me and distracted me from my school work. I'm guessing Kacchan noticed as he offered his help soon after, which I'm greatly grateful for.

So here I'm sat, opposite him, in his room.

"Focus, nerd, or do you want to get dumber?" Kacchan spat.

"Kacchan, you said you'd help me study, not scold me," I whined.

He rolled his eyes before glaring back at me. He then glared down at the text book in front of him: English.

English is probably my worst subject, other than writing Almight fan-fictions, I'm no good at creating my own stories, nor interpreting other authors' work. I'm practically useless.

"Hold on, let me grab my glasses," he muttered, reaching for his bedside table, pulling out the drawer and retrieving a black case.

'Glasses?'

I thought to myself, however, it turned out I said it out loud as I soon got a reply.

"That's what I said," Kacchan spoke, fishing out the black frame and fixing them against his face.

This is weird admitting, but I've always had a thing for glasses, a certain frame specifically. For some reason I've always been attracted to oval frames, which was the exact one Kacchan coincidentally had.

This could only end horribly.

I glanced up at his face, watching as he pushed them up the bridge of his nose. How will I be able to concentrate?

"I- umm. I've never seen you wear glasses in class," I was quick to state.

"I wear contacts, it's more convenient for school and hero training. Anyways, instead of asking stupid questions, how about you fucking ask yourself how your grades got so bad," he growled.

He then pushed the text book into my view.

"Read pages 98-100 and I'll read your essay," he ordered.

"O-okay," I replied, grabbing the book from him and flipping through the pages.

As I flipped through the pages, I couldn't help but frequently look up at him.

Kacchan's always been attractive, but the glasses made him look even cuter. I couldn't stop looking.

It was until he glared back at me, I finally looked back at what I was supposed to be reading. But how could I read with him sat in-front of me, with glasses on.. the extract frame I liked most. Just thinking about it made me excited.

This was bad,

Really,

Really bad.

"Did you always wear g-glasses? I never knew you needed them," I questioned, eagerly waiting for a reply.

"What's with the questions? Focus on your work." He scowled.

That's when I finally snapped into concentration. The faster I finish this work, the faster I can get out of here.

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The hour finally passed and it was now my time to leave -thankfully.
I hurriedly gathered my equipment, pencils, pens, textbook and.. my essay.

I looked back over at Kacchan, his glasses now at the tip of his nose.
His pupils rolled in my direction.

"The paper was shit, I wrote what you need to improve on, but the whole thing needs  massive changes," he informed, "write another with the improvements in mind and bring it back at the next study session."

Next study session?

"N-next study session?" I asked, although I basically rambled it.

"Fuck, how dumb are you. You won't magically walk out as Albert Einstein. It's going to take time to properly study and improve," he answered, "come here again tomorrow, same time."

As he spoke those last words, he fished his glasses from his face and folded them up, setting them aside.

I felt a moment of relief, yet a moment disappointment.

"O-okay!" I stammered, grabbing the paper and the rest of my belongings before rushing out the room.

When I finally left, I felt my heart pound, along with a throbbing sensation in my chest.

How am I supposed to survive another hour of that? Or even plural!

I hopelessly strolled to my own dorm, quietly closing the door behind me. Once shut, I slid down it, my equipment still in hand and heart basically throbbing in my stomach.

I couldn't get his face out my head, his eyes, his lips, his glasses...

One thing I will admit, it my massive crush on Kacchan. Something that started with admiration, spiralled into lust.

I've known Kacchan my whole life, practically since we were born. The more I learn about him, the more I love about him, the more I want.

Thinking about tomorrow made my stomach churn, with nervousness, with excitement..

When Kacchan first offered his help, I was surprised but happy, really happy. I enjoy his company, even if he slaps me, or calls me names. Even the nickname Deku makes me smile -when it comes from his mouth, that is.

I slipped the paper in front of my eyes. I read his feedback. Some sentences practically just called me stupid.

'Dummy'

'Stupid'

'Nerd'

I smiled at 'Nerd'. Other than Deku, he usually calls me nerd. I used to hate it, when he bullied me. When I look at Kacchan now, I see how much he's changed, other than that nickname.

Somethings will never change, like Deku or 'Nerd,' but I guess I find comfort in that.

Some of his feedback was genuinely useful though, he pointed out my mistakes and how to correct them.

After a few minutes of reading it over, I finally dragged myself to my desk, starting a new, improved essay.

While writing it, I felt nervous, thinking about working with him the next day.

I wondered if he would wear his glasses next time.

Most of me prayed he wouldn't, but part of me hoped he would.

But all I can do is wait.