Limit Reached

Genuine

— POV: Midoriya —

I walked up and down each locker row searching for him, just so I can get whatever he wanted over with.
He then made himself present by slapping my "area"from behind.

"Ow! Kacc!-" He covered my mouth with his hand.
"Can you shut the fuck up? There's classes going on, ya know."

I sighed at his narcissism. "Why'd you call me in here, Kacchan?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He makes his signature smirk and pins me to a nearby locker.

"Kacchan.."

"What, you're not gonna strip for me?"

"Wait, what?! Who said anything about that?" I panic.

"I did, bitch." He snaps.

"Kacchan, we're in school. I'm not going to 'do you' here."

"Oh, but you're implying that you would do me, just not here, huh?"

Defeated, I said nothing after that.

He then unpins me from the locker as if I just ruined the whole moment.

"A-are we even a couple?" I stuttered.

"Eh.." he scratches the back of his neck.
"I don't want people to think that we are. After all, I fucking hate you."

A little saddened by that fact, I found the courage to ask him the question that was on my mind.

"Do you love me or hate me?"
There was an intense pause for what seemed like an eternity.

"Both. For now, at least." He smirked once again. "Maybe if you do as I say, I would hate you less."

"Kacchan, you can't force someone to do a sexual act. Just get a stripper to do that for you outside."

Oops, I think I said way too much. He then slapped me across the face.

"This is the most attitude you've shown since 6th grade." He barks.

"I'm really sorry." I bow down over him, just to satisfy his sadistic ways.

"That's more like it."

While I was still bending down over him, he shoved my head practically up his pants, slightly pulling down his undergarments beneath to reveal his penis. Since my mouth was literally shoved inside his private, I couldn't do anything but clap his legs and scream.

"Ah, quit your whining.."
He responds with literally no emotion. "I didn't call you here to talk." He smirks again, referencing my inability to speak in the moment.

I then find the strength to lift my head up. He then takes my fists in his hands, knowing I was going to use them.

"No hitting." He simply slips.
"I'm done here." I said wearily.
"Wait, Deku." His muscly hand tugs my weak arm.
I raised my eyebrow.

"I love you-ish."

I smiled.

"I love you too, Katsuki."

"You never called me by my first name before." He genuinely smiles for the first time.
I blush deeply and hug him tight. He's acting a bit genuine, revealing a side of him I've never witnessed.

Maybe this is the start of something serious.