Don't Touch Me, Kacchan (Rewrite)

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"Hi there, Midoriya."

Izuku turned his head to the side, and was delighted to be welcomed by the sight of his best friend, "Hi Todoroki, what's going on?". Todoroki smiled at him, a sense of relief was poured into his heart by Izuku's shining smile. Todoroki then proceeded to slide his notebook on top of the freckled boy's desk, "Here are the notes from yesterday, figured you'd need them". Midoriya glanced at the notebook and then at his bi-colored best friend, he felt his cheeks slowly glow red.

"Thank you, Todoroki!" He smiled in appreciation. Happiness crashed against him in various waves, he was so grateful for this small act of kindness. To think that not only he watched him struggle, but also stretched out a helping hand. It melted his heart in comforting warmth. As the resonating bell rang loudly, the two teens separated and silently paid attention to the lessons. At times, they would glance at each other, just to see the other, to make sure they were okay.

After many hours of stiffly maintaining motionless on their seats, the lunch bell rang across the school. Exactly like the day before, like ants, people dispersed across their underground colony. Unlike all the others, Midoriya decided to head towards the library instead of the cafeteria. His desire was to use the given free time to copy down all the notes he had previously missed, so he sat in an isolated corner and started working.

Todoroki's notebook was simple yet clean, steady handwriting, organized and minimalistic. It was calm to look at, it strangely soothed your mind. At least that was the effect that it had on Midoriya, or maybe he loved everything that had to do with his loved one. Slowly, he copied everything with tranquility. Izuku was so focused on note-taking, he didn't grow aware of the approaching presence.

It was too late now, Izuku realized, as he felt a pair of strong and recognizable arms envelop him. He flinched, his formerly perfect handwriting was ruined by an unplanned pen stroke. A soft murmur was birthed right next to the boy's ear: "Hello~ Miss me, Deku?". Midoriya stood, petrified, unable to move a muscle. He didn't scream. He didn't run. He didn't alert anyone. Silence spread like poison through his veins, shutting down all his systems.

The only warning he had was a faint chuckle, before a hand turned his head around by force. The freckled boy was met with a manic, lustful, fiery passion inside those familiar rubies. The owner of those gemstones he had for eyes reached out his hand and clasped it with Midoriya's. "Come on, Deku. You don't have to be so nervous, I haven't done anything yet."

Izuku glanced down at their conjoined hands, his own were trembling and sweating, along with the rest of his body. Not only that, but his skin had lost a fair amount of color. It was a sickly pale that made his freckles stand out. He tried to say something, to tell him to stop. Yet there was a knot in his throat, too tight for him to untangle.

"You know, I was thinking... I might have been too hard on you a couple days ago, right?" Bakugou started, he looked at his green-haired victim awaiting for an answer. Izuku stared at the blonde with worry, then replied under his breath while darting his eyes towards the floor: "I... guess so... but-". Bakugou interrupted the whisper with his loud proposal, "I knew it! That's why I want to make it up to you."

Midoriya looked up in confusion, slightly raising an eyebrow. Bakugou chuckled at his puzzled expression, "You're so dumb, Deku! You know I need to keep my favorite sex doll happy". A malicious grin formed on the blonde's lips as he placed his hand on the freckled boy's chest. Bakugou could feel his heartbeat pulsating into his hand. It was rapid, yet he chose not to care.

"No, wait! Don't-" Midoriya was silenced by Katsuki's hungry lips. As their tongues interlocked, Bakugou took care of Midoriya's shirt and unbuttoned it. As Bakugou pulled back, he started massaging Izuku's exposed chest. "No, no! Stop, Kacchan!" The pleading was deemed useless, as always. It just fueled more humiliating pinching and squeezing.