A Little Bit Quirky

Chapter 5: Agony

A.N: Sorry about the wait. I was in a cast for a while and then I got obsessed with this Chinese novel called Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/ Founder of Diabolism. It's sooooo gooood! I highly recommend! The song is Chairman's Waltz from Memoirs of a Geisha - an amazing movie based off a beautifully written book.
Anyway thank you for reading this, criticism is welcomed and sorry for the long A.N. Here's the next chapter....

Izuku's P.O.V:
I didn't mean to start pouring out my feelings from the last few years but, once I opened my mouth I couldn't stop. I didn't want to.

How long did I have to endure all of Kacchan's cruel words and lashing out? All because of his ridiculous pride!
Suddenly Kacchan's slammed his fist against the wall by my head and I snap out of my thoughts, trailing off. Fear crashes through my veins like ice and I freeze. I can feel his bangs brushing against my forehead and his breath fans over my face, as he opens his mouth to speak.
I know what I should do. I should keep my mouth shut and my head down and this will all be over-
No! I think angrily. I....I am going to be a hero! S...So, Kacchan doesn't scare me. I'm not afraid!
I lift my head and meet his gaze, getting satisfaction out of the surprise in his expression. I stare hard into his eyes and study the vicious, furious crimson in distaste. That's right. This isn't my Kacchan. My Kacchan is.....gone.
Something flickers in those dangerous eyes and I don't have time to figure out what exactly changes within him in that split second that forces him into action. He leans his head down and slams his mouth against mine so hard that I reel back, smashing my head against the wall painfully. I gasp as his lips move against mine quickly; hard and unrelenting.
W....What?!

Without wasting time pondering over what crazy things are going through Kacchan's mind, I push at his chest and squirm away from him, pressing back against the wall, only for him to move closer. "Mmm...! Gah!...S...St....Stop-" Sharp teeth pierce my lower lip and I cry out tasting blood before Kacchan shoves his tongue into my mouth.
I recoil from this new invasion and push against him harder.
Th.....This is SEXUAL HARASSMENT!!!!!!! I exclaim internally. Wh...Why is Kacchan doing this?! Is this some sort of new bullying technique because, he's taking things a step too far. This is illegal! He may be proud but, he still has his senses. He would never do something that could affect his chances of becoming a hero.

He's.....way too close.

I can't push against his chest anymore because, he pins my wrists either side of my head in a vice-like grip that burns threateningly, almost as if at any moment his quirk is going to explode.
Kacchan presses his body up against mine, hard chest pushing into me. He slides one of his legs between my thighs, way too close to a certain part of my body than necessary. He's unbearably warm, like a furnace pressed against me and it burns my skin through my clothes. Inhaling through my nose since my mouth is preoccupied, I find a strange scent.
It's a warm mixture of spices that tingle in my nostrils, a too sweet whiff of sulphur and the slightest hint of ashes. It's everywhere and I find myself dazed as I breathe in the intoxicating scent. It's a surprisingly calming and familiar scent.... Despite the relaxing smell, I still can't overlook Kacchan's tongue in my mouth; hot and wet, searing every muscle it passes over.

The feeling is overwhelming and something about the way the top of his tongue traces across my teeth and then grazes my own tongue has me squirming slightly. It's strange but......
Not unpleasant.
My eyes widen and meet lidded crimson and I feel my face heat up. Wh....What am I thinking?! Of course, I don't like this! It's wrong! I'm being taken advantage of!
My first kiss has been stolen by my bully!
Kacchan slips his tongue out of my mouth and sucks on my lower lip and I lean my head back against the wall, panting heavily, before he jumps back into kissing me again.
I have to wonder is this what all first kisses are like? So harsh and violent and hot? No, it couldn't be. This is all Kacchan.
And for a moment - a split second - I find myself curious.
Our friendship has been shattered and ground to dust until there is no hope of repairing it. I know nothing about this Kacchan.
And then it hits me. As he pins me against the wall and relentlessly smashes his mouth against mine, it hits me so hard that I feel tears burn my eyes and a lump form in my throat. The friendship I miss, the Kacchan with a warm scarlet gaze, the feeling of happiness I used to get whenever he called my nickname fondly– all of it is.....
Gone.
So, in a moment of weakness in which I find myself craving the past, I reach out my tongue to meet his and move my lips slowly.