Against the World

Chapter 13

BAKUGO'S POV

"Morning," I mumbled as I walked into the full kitchen and went to the coffee pot.

"Morning," Shitty Hair replied, looking over my body. "Long night?"

"Not like that," I told him. "It's been a long few days."

"Where's Midoriya?" Dunce asked, putting another pancake on the plate in front of Eri. I assumed they would have taken her home last night, but it looks like she slept here.

"Sleeping. I was off helping him with an errand last night, and it was tiresome. He'll probably sleep for a few more hours," I explained.

"But you still found time to get your first tattoo," Soy Sauce pointed out. "And some new artwork on your back." He's referring to the scratches Deku left recently. Part of me wanted to get those tattooed, but the bite mark was the right decision.

"Yeah, yeah." I leaned against the counter and kept my cup clutched to my chest, waiting for them to keep going.

Shitty Hair was the first to speak again. "Tell us about the tattoo." He motioned to my collarbone.

"There's not much to tell." They already knew what it was. Every damn person in this room knows me and how I work. They know when I get obsessed with someone, I do stupid shit. I mean, I don't think it's stupid, but they do.

"Dude, you're so fucked," Shitty Hair groaned. "If we would have known you were going to be this obsessed with him, we would have—"

"Killed him? Killed me? Stopped me from going over there?" I interrupted. "We all know there wasn't a damn thing you could have done."

"He's not the right person for you to be obsessed with like this," Dunce said. "There's something seriously wrong with him."

I almost defended him but stopped myself and instead said, "He has Antisocial Personality Disorder."

They all stared at me in confusion. But Dunce, I got to watch confusion, surprise, and then understanding wash over his expression as all the pieces fell into place.

"And you're voluntarily telling us that?" The miniature pervert questioned. I don't even know when the fuck he got here. He doesn't live here, and he's not a student. He's our maid, a fucking servant.

"Why the fuck are you here?" I asked, trying to refrain from kicking him. He pisses me off more than anything in this house.

"Why are you voluntarily telling us that?" Dunce asked, grabbing the miniature pervert by the back of the shirt and pulling him away from me.

I took a sip of my coffee, which was already cooling down. "He told me I could." Well, he didn't directly tell me that, but he told me I could update the file because he didn't care who knew.

Dunce closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. The corners of his lips dropped as his eyes locked on mine. "Do you understand what that means?" he asked.

I set my cup on the counter when my phone pinged in my pocket.

Deku- I'm horny. Where are you?

My cock immediately twitched in my pants, imagining him lying on my bed, needy and pissed that I was not there.

Me- I'll be up in a minute. Stretch yourself a bit, but don't you dare fucking come. Lube is in the nightstand.

I slid my phone back into my pocket and turned my attention to Dunce, who, like the rest of the room, was still staring at me.

"I'm a psychology major. Of course, I know what that means," I eventually said.