Hypocrite

I'll be your rock.

I know it's a little late but..............yea...I have no excuse. I'm just lazy.

A fuzzy warmth surrounds me and I snuggle into the blissful feeling, my whole body relaxes and I'm overcome with a feeling of bliss, a small content sigh spilling out from behind my lips.

It just all feels so right.

I tighten my grip on the soft thing I'm holding as an invisible force sways me side to side, like a baby in a cradle and I drift off back to the sleep land I escaped from.

"Deku?...are you okay?" Says a soft voice above me, ripping me out of my brief sleep and bringing me back to consciousness.

I open one eye hesitantly and look up to see I'm in someone's arms.
I open the other eye and blink, still looking up at the figure, my blurry eyes unable to register the male face.

The man is carrying me bridal style as he walks down a slightly familiar road. It's still dark out but I'm able to finally recognize the face as my eyes adjust to the darkness.

"K-k-kacchan?!" I ask loudly as I push against him, embarrassment proving its existence with redness flushing over my cheeks.

He continues holding onto me tight as I struggle against him.

"Oi! Deku I'm trying to help you...piece of shit." He holds me tighter to his body and I stare up at his face with a look of confusion.

He looks mad...livid actually.

"We're almost there..." he says, his voice is incredibly soft to me compared to the angry look on his harsh features and the quick puffs of white breath fleeing from his open lips into the cold night air.

I grab his shirt and give into the comfort of the other male willingly, my head throbbing and my throat is dry and scratchy from the cold winter air.

I bite my lip and nuzzle my head into his abdomen, the cold chill of the night wind blowing against my exposed skin and making goosebumps rise from my skin.

He melts to the touch of my head and readjusts his hold on me so I can lay my head on his shoulder comfortably and I can wrap my arms around his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist and letting the warmth carry me back to comfort and his hands caressing my back.

I try and remember the things that led up to this moment but it's all fuzzy and blurred.

I did an amazing job at the club...oh! And kacchan was there....I realized my feelings, then Noah was gonna walk me home like usual when....

My eyes widen at the faint memory and I hold back a cry of horror.
He tried to rape me...he...I thought I could trust him....

I let out a dry sob and kacchan turns his head to try and look at me. His usual harsh red eyes are soft and kind, no hidden anger or resentment, just a nurturing and concerned look as my tense body begins to shake unpleasantly.

"He...tried....he...." I say, unable to fully get the words out of my mouth, a small part of me tries to deny it...he couldn't have...but I know that lying to myself will only end up hurting me more than forced ignorance.

Kacchan furrows his eyebrows in a foreign look. I've never seen such a face on anyone before.
It was like a mix between bewitchment, pure guilt, and bloodlust.

"I'm....I-I'm sorry...." he says simply.
Even though the words were so quiet I find a deep sense of comfort in his nurturing voice as I let him hold me tighter to his warm body.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silence we arrive at my house. Kacchan softly sets me down on the bench outside my house and grabs the key from my pocket after I told him where it was and unlocks the door.

He sets the key down inside and comes out to carry me into the house.
I'm completely fine, I can walk but neither kacchan or I really want to say anything about it...I want his comforting touch right now... I NEED it.

He sets me on my bed and tucks me into the bed by wrapping the heavy blanket on my body.

He walks off for a few moments and returns with a cloth soaked in warm water.
He presses the cloth to my jaw and slides it upwards, wiping away the line of dried blood until he finally reaches my eyebrow.

I wince slightly as he dabs the cloth on the swollen and burning skin there.
After a few seconds of wiping the wound clean, he exits into the bathroom to throw out the rag and grab a bandage.

His eyebrows are furrowed in thought as he lines up a wad of gauze to my aching cut and softly places it down, grabbing some medical tape and taping the wad to my head.

He patches me up with carful and delicate hands that send waves of fire throughout my body and I can't help but stare at him shamelessly...his eyes...his sharp features....his lips.

"Where is your mom?" He asks as he gets up from the bed and tosses the extra paper from the gauze into the trash.

I frown and bring the blanket higher up over my chin.
"She's...at the hospital." I say sadly.

He looks shocked for a second then his face twists into one of anger as he rushes me.
"What! Why!? How did I not know!?!" He says clenching his fists angrily.

I just sigh to myself, sleep tugging at my lids.
"She's been sick...its why I work at the club...its the only job that pays enough for her bills and the UA tuition." I feel shame creep it's way across my features and I furrow my brows, avoiding his harsh eyes in favor of staring at the window.

"How did she get sick?" He Asks, my eyes still averting his.

"She went to get groceries one day and I stayed here waiting for her..." My voice is shaky and I have a hard time swallowing all the emotions flooding forward.

"S-she was a few hours late ,b-but I didn't think much about it....until....I got a call from the hospital...."

I look at kacchan, tears threatening to spill out from my eyes.
"She had a heart attack at the store..."

I feel the salty tears fall down my face, my throat closing up makes it hard to breathe which results in retched sobbing and gasping.

Kacchan calmed me down by getting into bed next to me and rubbing comforting circles on my back and running his fingers through my hair, he makes a shushing noise with his mouth and whispers comforts into my ear.

"When the hospital called me she was already in a coma...she hasn't woken up since and her insurance is barely even helping with her bills...."

Kacchan kisses my head, still rubbing my back and I turn to look up at him but he doesn't have a look of pity or sorrow...it's a look of determination.

I look at him in shock.
Whenever I tell people about my mom they alway feel sorry for me, but he's different...and I feel almost gratitude at the unfamiliar sight.

He looks down at me and catches my gaze, forcing me to hold it as he brings his hand up and wipes a single tear from my reddened cheek.
"She's gonna get better...your gonna be able to quit that shit job and....your gonna be the best hero." He flashes me a rare smile and I can't help but feel my chest swell at the sight.

"Your gonna be better than that stinking all might..." He says quoting that conversation that we had so many years ago under that old sycamore tree, skipping class just to hold each other in our arms.

"Deku...one day when you become the new symbol of peace...I promise that I will be by your side to protect you." He grabs the hand that's resting on the comforter and interweaves our fingers.

"I will be number 1 so I can fight by your side." He looks up from our joined hands to observe my face.

His eyes search mine and he slowly leans forward, joining our lips in a soft tender kiss.

It's nothing more than a kiss but it's enough to light a burning fire inside me as every single feeling I've pushed down rises forward in a rush of emotions.

"K-kacchan...don't ever leave me again." I say breathlessly as I hug him, holding him tight to my body as I cling to him desperately, holding back more tears of emotion from overflowing from my emerald orbs...but I fail as I cry into his shirt.

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