Friends (KatsuDeku)

Are you close with Midoriya, Bakugou?

7.

Katsuki follows All Might, walking from the hallway to the teacher's lounge. The moment he entered the room, he felt the tense atmosphere of the other teachers. They were huddled up in a large table, all serious and the moment he and All Might entered they all tried to welcome me with a smile but all he felt was the nerve-racking tension increasing.

This is about Deku. Shit. Did he disappear? No way that teachers are like this from a little disappearance from break time. This is something serious.

No no no no.

Katsuki gulped. Is Deku injured? Is he dead? Oh my God. Deku died and I wasn't there. Shit shit shit. I wasn't there!

Please no. Not aga--

Katsuki suddenly whipped out his phone and dialed Deku's number. He saved it for rant purposes but he really never used it. The phone kept ringing but the nerd didn't answer.

Fuck. He's dead. He's dead again. (Again and again and again)

What. Why 'again'?

Why did I--?

"Young Bakugou."

Katsuki flinched when he heard his name. He nearly forgot that the teachers were here.

"Don't worry. You're not in any trouble." All Might comforted him, putting a warm hand on his shoulder.

I don't care about me. It's Deku.

Katsuki just nodded.

All Might gave him a seat. Katsuki sat and stared at the teachers patiently waiting.

Why did they call him?

He sees his homeroom teacher, Aizawa, on the corner​ and his bloodshot eyes. He looks more stressed than usual. Heck. Everybody is but he doesn't know why.

The silence was defeaning and Katsuki couldn't take it anymore.

"What the fuck is this about?"

The sentence made only the tension elevate. Shit.

Someone finally said something, breaking the silence. Aizawa-sensei.

"Are you close with Midoriya, Bakugou?"

Katsuki's eyes widened. He was right. This is about Deku.

"Fuck no. I mean- before, when we were kids. Now...I don't know." Katsuki's heart beat loudly in his ears.

"Did you notice anything different about him today? This week?" Aizawa asked.

Katsuki paused. Why ask him? Not the fucking Deku squad? Why him?

"Bakugou, did you?" Aizawa asked again.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I might have seen him a little fucking sad. I didn't fucking ask him about it."

All the teachers sighed. Disappointed.

"The fuck? What happened?"

The teachers fell silent once again, they were not going to tell him anything. Katsuki looks at All Might.

"Something happened to your successor, All Might! What fucking happened?!"

All Might's eyes widened. "How did you know this, Young Bakugou?"

"About what? What happened? Tell. Me." Katsuki stood up, his patience getting thinner.

"How Young Midoriya is my successor? Did he tell you this?"

"Of course I know about it. You and that nerd told m---" Katsuki paused.

Wait.

Katsuki remembers it but he can't place it in his memories. Deku told me this. All Might was there. No. He told me in secrecy. We were in Ground Beta. He told me because he and I are friends.

Friends? Since when?

When? How? When did he and I-

••• _ _ _ •••

Images of him and Deku on a roof flooded his memories. Images of him and Deku, memories he lost.

"Let's be friends, okay?"

Katsuki and Deku hanging out after school. Playing video games. Doing homework together. Training together. His smile. Deku.

Memories he loved and cherished.

The smile was covered with blood...

No. These are...

Memories he wanted to forget.

Deku and a villain with a knife pointed at him. The sound of Deku's head cracking on the wall. Blood. Just blood. Mine or Deku's?

Deku is crying.

"Why did you save me?"

Deku almost getting hit by a truck. Pushing him away.

"Please don't die!" His arms around me, holding me.

"You said you wanted to die, Deku!" Something's wrong.

Deku's crying again.

Deku jumping off a roof. Him crying again. Just hold my hand.

He's crying. Please help him.

Deku on the other side of the room. Pills.

Please don't cry. Izuku.

"I want to save you, Kacchan."

Deku stabbing his own throat. Crying. Crying. Crying. Crying.

I'm...crying...

Another memory resurfaced, found at the very depths of his mind...

"Hey Kacchan!"

STOP IT.

Deku's smile. "Kacchan! Can you help me with this question?"

STOP IT! YOU NEED TO FORGET!

His green hair reflecting the sun. "Tsk. Do your own homework...just...I'll help you with it later..."

"Yeeeeey!"

STOP REMEMBERING!

Blood. So much blood.

NO NO NOOOO!!!

"Ka..cchan...it hur-r-rts....s-s-so-o m-much..."

"I'M HERE. IM FUCKING HERE DEKU SO LOOK AT ME!"

I'm so sorry. Izuku. It's all my fault.

I never wanted for this to happen.

I only wished for XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!

••• _ _ _ •••

Be careful what you wish for...

Not enough angst, right? I feel little angst compared to Deku's. I'll try my best next chapter.

I'm so happy with the views, votes and comments! The follows!!! I'm wrapping this up soon (meaning that I finally have a clear end for this angst, meaning it would take more than a couple of chapters bwahaha)

Thank you! Just thank you! I really appreciate it. I'm thinking of adding some pairings in my future work?

What do you suggest? Been reading Erasermic pairings for a while. Don't know if you like it as well. But I'll always be a Bakudeku fan.