My Online boyfriend bkdk

Part 5

*Time skip to the next day and is already at school. Too lazy to write him waking up*

Dekus pov

I'm one of the first ones In class, so I quickly Sit down and put my back down. Put my head on the desk to try to get a little rest because I barely stepped last night. My eyes are burning every time I close them because I cried myself to sleep. Each time I woke up in the middle of the night, I cried and cried Pretty pathetic. I don't even know why this is hurting me so much. I don't even know who he is, and it's not like we're ever going to meet or be anything more than online boyfriends. But he hurt me.

It hurts a lot because it was really falling in love with him, and I don't know, maybe I thought he actually cared about me. But he was just like everybody else. Didn't even care about me; didn't love me; didn't even like me. Now the only person I have left is my mom. I really am pathetic. I think to myself As tears start to form in my eyes lately, it feels like all I ever do is cry.

As I'm lost and thought, I hear a bang on my desk, and I flinch back. Wake the hell up, nerd Kachan says. With a mean look, sorry, Kachan I stutter while looking down at my desk in shame. When he doesn't leave, I tilt my head up to look at him. kachan- . What the hell are you crying, Nerd? He says cutting me off. It's nothing... He cups my face and takes his thumb. To wipe away my tears, I sit; they're shocked and flustered by Kachan's actions. Heh, you look stupid when you cry. You damn Nerd Kachan. Chuckles Softly I stutter, trying to find any words. He grabs something out of his pocket and hands it to me here. Some tissues. Since you are such a fucking crybaby, I take them and stutter. A soft thank you, Kachan. Whatever nerd Don't sweat it, he says, walking away over to his seat as class started. Why does Kachan keep ruffling my hair? He really has been acting weird lately. Really weird but nice So I'm not really complaining. I think smiling.

*Time skip to end of last period And the kids start heading home.

Dekus pov

I quickly start to pack up to quickly head home because I was in no mood to talk to anyone or run into my bullies. I was getting emotional by the second, and all I wanted was a good cry. And to go home... and talk to my boyfriend, uh, ex-boyfriend, I guess. I quickly start to walk out. My eyes are already watering. When I hear someone call my name, not just anyone, but Kachan, I thought he was going to bully me or something like throw me into a corner. Call me names. Maybe even beat me up. He hasn't done that in a while. My mind is racing as I pick up the pace to try to lose Kachan. But who am I kidding? He's a lot faster than me.

He catches up to me and grabs my backpack. What! I shout A little louder than meaning to First of all, less fucking attitude, okay? Sorry, I'm just not in the mood for this. I say breaking eye contact is Obviously you've been acting all depressed and emo all day. You good did something happen? (In reality, I knew exactly why he was acting depressed and why I caught him crying this morning; it was because of me. I just didn't think he would be hurt this badly. I mean, he's always been sensitive, but it's not like we were dating in real life.)

Why do you even care, Kachan? I don't care. He He says finally letting go of my backpack OK, then I'm just going to go, I say, trying to walk off, but he grabs my bag again. Wait!..... Just tell me if you're OK. At least he says I'm actually looking worried; I don't respond back. I just look at him with confused eyes. So do you care or do you not? I ask. Maybe he says with a small smirk.

Well, I'm fine... So I'll see you tomorrow? I say hinting for him to let go of my backpack. But you're obviously not fine. I mean, you're crying this morning. Your eyes are all red and puffy. And uh, you haven't really liked smiling today.

kachan Seriously, why does it matter? I don't want to talk about it! But I want to know, just tell me! He shouts, Not letting go of my backpack. kachan Let me go! I Shout Trying to make him let go. No, just tell me! Why did you do something, and you're trying to make me tell you! No, I didn't do anything. Why would you think that I'm just asking? He shouts. Why are you being so defensive? I'm not. Just tell me I want to help.

kachan What's wrong? Why are you acting like this? What, Nice? Am I not allowed to be nice? He says looking mad. No, no, you can't; it's just... Why would you want to be nice to me if I'm not like you? God, deku, you paint me out to be such a horrible person. I can't be nice, you know. Can you, though? A mumble Under my breath.

What did you say? He asks. N-nothing kachan Just, can you please let me go? I ask him, No, just tell me, and I will leave you alone. He says, obviously messing with me. kachan Seriously, let go. He doesn't say anything but smirk. Seriously, let me go. Leave me the fuck alone! I shout Pushing him off me accidentally makes him fall down, but before I can apologize, he shouts, Now what fuck you? This is what I get for trying to be nice.

He walks off before I could say anything and apologize. Wait, that was him trying to be nice. Pushing my boundaries, and now he's mad at me for something that's not even my fault. I start to cry and pick up my bag that fell on the ground as I run home to cry even more. I can't take this shit anymore.

Bakugos pov

After our fight, I started ignoring him and bullying him more often, also letting the extras do whatever they wanted to him. I didn't care; I was mad at him. He couldn't accept my help. Maybe he wasn't worth being nice to.

I even went as far as spreading a rumor about him being gay. And at our school, nobody is gay. It's an overall pretty homophobic school, but I guess it really wasn't a rumor because it's true. I don't really know why I did all that. I went from trying to be nice to him to making his life more of a living hell. I don't know why I'm like this. Maybe I really can't be nice, not even to the one person I want to be the person who really deserves it. I'm nothing more than a dick. To people I hate everything about myself.

But that doesn't help. I want to be nice. I want to be a better person, especially to Deku. But I just can't. I don't know why I care. With those extra thoughts, I say I don't, but I do. Deep down, I really do. I don't want them to judge me.

But this year is going to be the last time I see Deku. There's only a few months left of school, so there's really no point in trying to be nice to him. He probably wants nothing to do with me anyway.