Glasses? [DkBk/ BkDk]

Chapter 2

(Deku's pov)

I finished my essay that night, I went to class the next morning. The whole day I felt anticipation build up, waiting for school to end, waiting for the next study session.

While in class, I couldn't help but stare in Kacchan's direction. I wonder what he'd look like with uniform and glasses.

"Hey, Deku! Are you okay? Your face is super red. Are you sick?" Ururaka asked.

I practically jumped out my seat.

"O-oh, no just warm. Really warm, I'm going to go to the bathroom quick!" I stuttered, stumbling out my seat.

I made my way out the class, running into the nearest cubicle -once I reached the bathroom.

I slammed the door shut behind me.

I can't keep thinking these things, as Kacchan said, my grades are already dropping. I can't fall even more behind on school work! I need to keep focused.

Focus, focus, focus.

(Bakugou's pov)

Deku's always been odd. He's weird, really fucking weird. If his Almight obsession wasn't already weird enough, he definitely has other things up with him.

Ever since yesterday, he's been on edge. Even weirder than usual, which fucking exceeds his expectations.

I have a thought of why, but I'm not certain. I can only know for sure tonight, at our next study session.

—

The time finally came around, and it was time to test my theory.

Deku would arrive at anytime now, so I grabbed my glasses from my nightstand. I put them on, before waiting for him to knock.

Once I heard him approach, I was woken to my door, swinging it open.
Once his eyes met mine, his face flushed. However, this wasn't enough proof.

"Sit down," I mumbled, raising an eyebrow as he rushed in. 

Unlike last time, I sat next to him. Watching his every fucking move. Every time he blinked, so much as breath, I watched.

I caught him look at me, many times.

Once I read his improved paper, it was finally time to test my theory.

"Deku," I mumbled.

He looked over. I moved my face towards him, holding the paper in my hand.

"This is.. better." I simply said, before pushing the glasses back up. His face flushed.

I was right.

I placed the paper on the desk, in front of him. "So it's the glasses," I smirked.

There was a long pause of silence.

"Huh.?"

I glanced back, watching as his lip quivered.

"I might wear glasses, but I have eyes. I can see your fucking boner, stupid," I grunted.

His eyes widened as his face dropped.

"I uh- I'm so sorry! I- I need a second," he stumbled, picking himself up and raced outside.

I chuckled to myself.

A while back, just before middle school, I was over at Deku's home. He left to get snacks and while he was away, I found something.

It was a porno magazine, pages full of pornstars wearing glasses. I always thought of it, I even wondered if he had a thing for Iida at one point. Nothing he done convinced me right, so I left it at that.

Yesterday, when he came to study, his reaction reminded me of that magazine. His constant questions also made me wonder if this was a continued obsession. Obviously I was right.

About 10 minutes passed and he still didn't return, so I just figured he pissed off. I decided to collect his things and put them aside. I might as well study myself.

I was I interrupted when someone entered my room. To my surprise it was Deku.

"Did you rub one out?" I asked.

"W-what! No! I just waited it out.."

"Lame."

"Lame?!" He shook his head before opening his mouth to speak again, "I'm sorry, for.. that."

"For getting a boner?"I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No! Well, yes. I uh, I just.."

I reached for the text book, dragging it to my side, flipping over the pages. I watched as each number flipped, following its order. 1,2,3,4...98,99,100.

"It's definitely fucking weird, I mean a thing for glasses," I chuckled, "but it's not the worst."

From the corner of my eye, I watched him flinch.

"Sit," I ordered.

He obliged, sitting in his previous seat. "I just.. have a few questions.."

"Questions?

"When did this 'thing' start?" I asked

"Do we really have to talk about this?" He winced -probably fucking cringing at himself.

"You're the one who got a fucking boner, in my room. Just answer the question," I ordered.

There was another pause.

"I guess.. I always liked the way they looked. I even got a pair myself, but I realised it wasn't that I wanted glasses.. I- you know-"

"That's not what I asked."

He glanced back at me, then at the glasses before jolting in his position and staring back at the table.

"I always 'liked' glasses, but I guess it got more intense just before middle school," he finally answered.

Ah, I see now.

"So do you get a boner every time you see glasses? I wonder how Iida feels," I mumbled.

"H-huh! No! It's not like that," he stuttered.

"You sure about that?" I mused.

His face flushed a deeper red.

"I have a preference.."

"Preference?" I repeated.

"I like a particular frame.."

How more pathetic could this get? If the whole glasses thing wasn't weird enough, he continues to surprise me.

"So how are we going to do this? You can't get a boner every time I try to tutor you," I sighed.

He proceeded to look down, not giving a reply.

"I guess for now I'll wear contacts," I sighed again, "come back tomorrow, it's too late to work now."

He nodded, getting up and heading towards the door.

"Again, I'm s-sorry," he apologised, not facing my way as he spoke.

He closed the door, a 'click' sounding the room.

My chest decreased in size as I slowly exhaled. I glanced at the table: he left all his things.

Let's just see how tomorrow goes.