Maid for You (Katsuki x Izuku)

The Beginning of Something New

A/N lol I got dis idea and decided to be a troll. Looks like some Tododeku is gonna be up in here even though I don't ship them at all.

Also I Freaking hate auto correct. Like no. Please. 👏🏽Stop.👏🏽
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Izuku POV

"Who the hell are you?!"
- Kacchan

My heart dropped.

"Kacchan? It's me Izuku. The one you call Deku or nerd..."

"Nope never heard of you..."

"Remember? It's me..."

"I swear I've never seen you. I mean look at you. You're a guy and I don't f*ck with guys."

"No you Baka it's me I- Zu- Ku."

I took off my wig and let my hair fall down and melt into my figure. I know what I did was risky but I didn't care.

I thought I saw his eyes flicker.

"Damn chicka you Fine. But I still don't know who the f*ck you are."

"DAMN IT KACCHAN!"

I slammed my fist into the wall. It stung but I had created a slight dent and now my knuckles started to bleed a bit.

"Listen I'm not Kacchan and I'm not someone you know. I have a b*tchy girlfriend named Uraraka. I think she's changing though I mean this weekend we really connected."

"No Kacchan THAT WAS ME. You also broke up with Uraraka. And I thought you had no strings attached what a f*cking liar."

My street sass was mixing with my usual sweet tone.

"Smartass Listen I don't know you. For the LAST f*cking time. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE."

"Remember Kacchan? Please..."

I looked at the window with my eyes downcast so he wouldn't see the tears running down my face. My voices cracked so he probably already knows.

"Just Get the F—."

"Yeah just get the fuck away I got it. I thought I was more important to you. But like my dumbass self I decided to actually put hope in you."

"Listen I'm not the guy you wanna put your hopes and dreams in. But if you wanna hook up I'm free."

"UGH! Don't you remember!? I found out I was a GIRL. That I had problems with my family. More about me than anyone else at this point. Don't you Remember how we danced the night away?! Or when I f*cked up cooking and you helped me. Or when you accidentally groped me?!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP I DON'T KNOW YOU—."

"Or when I told you about my sh*tty past. About how you f*cked up your own. When we went to your secret spot on the roof and looked at the fireworks and stars. And when we used each other like a lifeline. Or when you defended me..."

"I. Don't. Know. You."

"It's useless... huh? Why was I so stupid to actually hope for a good thing in my life? The only f*cking one who can come through is me, myself, and I. UGH! You're such a d*ck!"

I knew it wasn't his fault but I was too angry to think clearly. The one good thing in my life was now harshly ripped out and ran over. All this time during my speech or get him to remember I clutched onto his shirt.

He was surprised and it was clearly evident in his face.

Finally the tears became too much.

I clutched or more like fisted the material of the shirt in my small hand. While the rest of my body had him pinned.