34 - 'Guy On A Horse'

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"Did someone drop you as a kid or is that coke?
No really-really, oh, really, oh"

Deku POV
I wake up to the sun shining down on my face. I roll over in bed to avoid the bright light and instead find a body next to me. My eyes widen as I no longer am asleep and I sit up quickly.

"Calm down love, it's just me." I hear a grumble from next to me. I let out a sigh of relief as I see Kat lying next to me in bed. He pulls me back to lay down with him. Our bodies wrap around each other and he feels warm to the touch. Kat grabs the covers and pulls them over us before wrapping his arm around me. I curl up and rest my head on his chest as I listen to him breathe. His heart beat goes faster the closer I get to him and longer I hold him for.

My phone starts to ring from my pocket. I let it go to voicemail but it starts to ring again. After the sixth call I finally decide to answer. I sigh as I pull out of my boyfriend's embrace and sit up once again. Kat smiles at me and plays with my hair as he pulls me close. I fall back on the bed again with his arm around me. I smile back as I pick up the phone and answer the call.

Suddenly there is screaming in my ear.

"Who is this?" I ask worriedly.

"Come quick, your mother—" I jump out of bed at those words.

"Who is this?" I repeat my question louder. The call then hangs up. I run out of the room and out the door.

Bakugou POV
Izuku answered a call and the next thing I know he's out the door.

What the hell?

I didn't even have time to figure out where he's going or to follow him. For a second I sit there in bed, dazed. Then I grab my phone and immediately text him, but I get no response.

Before I can send another message, I hear banging on my door. I grumble as I crawl out of bed and head downstairs. The door is swung open to reveal a rather annoying extra, shitty hair.

"What the hell are you doing here you damn fucking piece of shit." I shout as he looks...happy? I don't fucking know.

What he should be is scared. Scared that he interrupted me from doing literally anything else besides seeing him.

"Can I come in?" He asks awkwardly and I roll my eyes. "Fuck no you damn shitty ass bastard." I try to slam the door on his dumb face but he blocks it. I snarl at him.

"Why the heck not?" He says in a more annoyed tone.

"Because I fucking said so and I don't fucking like you." I say sternly and he grits his teeth angrily.

Next thing I know he's pushing me inside. Before I have the chance to do anything, he kisses me. The second I feel him do that I knee him in the fucking balls and then punch him in his smug looking face. He crumbles to the ground in pain as I scoff at him.

"You damn lowlife ass bastard, you really thought that would fucking work?" I sneer. He coughs as he struggles to regain his breath. I kick him until he rolls out of my house and I slam the door.

I head back to my room and scrub my mouth and lips with a spare toothbrush and then throw it away. I gurgle mouthwash but nothing feels like enough. Even the idea or thought of him makes me gag. Which of fucking course lead to me vomiting. I brushed my teeth again after and more fucking mouthwash was gurgled. I then head back to my bedroom and put on a shirt and change my pants.

Fucking rat bastard, who the hell does he think he is forcing himself on me like that. Makes me fucking sick just thinking of it.

I then focus my attention on my phone. The notifications spam my phone but the one I'm looking for is still missing. I decide to call him, finally. The line rings 3 times before going dead. Damn, he must have it silenced.

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