A Little Bit Quirky

Chapter 2: Hatred

A.N: Second chapter!!!! I probably won't update this quickly, maybe once a week because, I have exams😭 but, here's the second chapter. Also this song is from 'Spring Awakening' which is a musical I highly recommend.
Here we go!

Warning: There is a lot more cursing in this chapter than the last.

Katsuki's P.O.V:
Hatred.
It bubbles and burns within me. It never calms, it's always there. I'm constantly surrounded by it. It clouds my judgement, foggs my mind and settles deep within my bones, leaving me weary and tense.

It's a horrifying, controlling emotion that I can't seem to shake. I wish I could. Without it, I could easily defeat villains, grow stronger mentally and become the best hero in the entire world far quicker. I want to rip the emotion from me, no matter how painful, but it's roots are buried deep, slowly draining me so it can grow. It flows through my veins furiously, urging my quirk to act up and leaving my mind fuzzy and unclear.

I'm not weak. Don't be mistaken.
I could rid myself of this emotion if, it wasn't for him.

He's always there, right beside me. His squeaky voice, his naive eyes, his stupid quirk and his annoying, trusting personality. It's ridiculous! Why? Why is he always there?! He's weak, he's pathetic, he's useless so why is he always right beside me?! He was a quirkless idiot, he was nothing, he couldn't even stand up to me but, now he's suddenly strong, he's suddenly stubborn, he's suddenly right beside me.
Why can't I escape him? How did he get into U.A? Since when is he strong?
I hate it!
I'm strong. Stronger than that stupid Half-and-Half Bastard, stronger than All Might and definitely stronger than him. He's worthless. A quirkless fool dreaming that he could be the number one hero. That he could be better than me. It's pointless. He's just getting his hopes up, for them to be crushed again. Did I not beat it into him in middle school? He can't stand up to me, he can't be a hero and he can't beat me!

It's even worse, when he talks to me. As if he's not afraid. I know he is, he always is but, he still talks, he still stands up, he still fights back. Why?! He's afraid - he knows it, I know it- so why does he think he can help? Why does he think he can save me from Sludge Monsters (ask any questions and I'll bash your face in) and other villains?
Why does he think he's better than me?
I hate him!
And the worst part is I can't get him out of my head. He's always in my thoughts, his presence is all-consumming. His voice is an irritating echo in my ears and his smile a brand on the backs of my eyelids.
My hatred has grown so strong it's monopolizing me. It forces me to think of him, to watch him, to be unable to forget him.
Why? I hate him. I hate him. With every fibre of my being.
So, why am I constantly tormented by him? His stupid face is always in my head, expression hopeful and stupid and- Shit! It just makes me want to punch him even more!

"Whoa, Bakubro, you okay?" Hair-for-brains (what was his name again? Kirimilla? Kamia?) interrupts my thinking from across the table and I throw him a glare.
"I'm fine. Why?" I demand in a growl and he flinches back a little.
"Well, it's just that you're.....eh .......crushing your milk."
"Ha?" I glance down at the crumpled carton of milk clenched between my fist and I quickly loosen my hold, chucking the carton into the bin a few feet away. Wiping my hand off on my pants, I grumble profanities beneath my breath and lean back in my chair, shoving my hands into my pockets roughly. Stupid Deku, making me waste my milk! It was chocolate! Hair-For-Brains (Kirishima! That's his name) watches me carefully before leaning forward slightly.
"Want to talk about it?"
"There's nothing to talk about." I snap and he raises his hands placatingly. I think, maybe I'm being a little harsh.
I'm too pissed to care.

Fucking Deku! I sigh, running a hand through my hair and noting how hot my palms are. I try my hardest to stay calm. There's no point in causing a scene over that nerd.
It doesn't help that he was mumbling to himself about me in class earlier! As if I'm some wild animal he wants to experiment and run tests on. I mean, what the fuck was that even? Creepy, mother fucker. The door to the cafeteria opens and I wasn't going to look up but, I hear the familiar loud, clumsy footsteps with the additional squeak of his thick red boots and I turn. My glare snaps to the boy who has stumbled into the room with the other two idiots I usually see him hanging around. The Half-and-half Bastard isn't here right now, thank God, or I might have blown a fuse.
"Eh.....Katsuki?" I blink, realising I've been staring at the shitty nerd for the last few minutes, as if I'm about to attack him and turn my head away. "I'm guessing your bad mood, has something to do with Deku, huh?" Hair-For-Brains asks with a sigh and a knowing look. I turn to glare at a random student passing by who squeaks and scrambles away, almost running straight into a wall.
"Tch! That fucking shitnerd has nothing to do with it so, shut the fuck up, fucktard."
"Three fucks in one sentence?! That's at least one extra fuck than usual. I'm not so sure that he has nothing to do with it."
I growl. "I will break your face." I say, completely serious, as my hand clenches in my pocket. He seems to sense my fury and backs down.
"Oh, you know, we don't have to talk about Deku! I mean, he has absolutely nothing to do with this. Hehe~" He scratches the back of his head and I scoff irritably, turning my gaze back to Deku, who is sitting at the fourth table away from the entrance.

He's laughing at something that girl (Urakaka? Is that it?) is saying and his face lights up with his usual impossibly bright smile. It looks like he's stuck a lightbulb in his mouth or something. Ugh! I cringe internally. They're probably dating. Not that I care. They're both useless losers, so they can do whatever the fuck they want. I don't even realise I've slammed my hand down on the table until it explodes and Kirishima jumps in fright. It was a small explosion. Its disgusting that I was thinking of Deku when I did it. The hate within me is bubbling up and choking me as my palms itch, slick with nitroglycerin. Fuck, I hate him! Another explosion. Argh! Stop you stupid quirk! Don't react to that useless shit!

I quickly stand from the table and Kirishima calls my name, but I ignore him as I walk out of the cafeteria. A few people watch me leave but, not all since they're pretty much used to me blowing up by now and as I pass by Deku's table, I hate how his worried eyes lock with mine for the briefest of seconds. Almost as if he thinks I need him pitying me. Tch! Fucking perfect. The quirkless freak is pitying me. I stop walking and narrow my eyes at him until he bows his head. That's what I thought. I then sneer at the brown-haired girl and the tall guy with glasses, before I stalk out of the room. I can feel Deku's eyes trained on my form, that burning gaze, impossible to not pick out from the rest.
In the past he would have followed me and I'm pretty sure he's itching to but, he doesn't.

And I'm fucking glad.

A.N: So the chapters will mostly be from Deku and Kacchan's P.O.V with a few from other characters. Please let me know if this is good and if there is anything I can improve on!