A Little Bit Quirky

Chapter 18: Jealousy

A.N: Hey, guys. Thank you so much for reading this and for all of your support. I'm so happy people actually like this! Updates might be slower in the coming weeks because, I'm back at school 😢 but, I'll try to update every week. Please comment and vote!
Hope you enjoy!

~~~Previously~~~
"Somehow, I really want to see your crying face." He cooes and I growl, expression contorting with disgust as, explosions crackle across my palms. Before I can send an exploding punch at his face, he leans in closer and crashes his lips against mine.

Izuku's P.O.V:
I stare wide-eyed at the boy who has Kacchan's head yanked back as, he devours his lips, tongue forcing its way into his mouth.

Kacchan is frozen to the spot, brows pulled up in surprise, as drool spills from the side of his mouth and drips from his chin. Unexplained rage builds up in me and for the briefest of moments I force One For All into my clenched fist, as I step forward, emerald eyes narrowed and burning with fury. A feeling; sharp and sickening bubbles up inside me and a part of me wants to crush the fingers that are buried in Kacchan's hair. The thought of this strange boy so close to Kacchan; discovering his warm, melted chocolate taste; smelling his spicy scent; feeling his hot, velvety lips; touching his spiky, but surprisingly soft hair; caressing his smooth, alabaster skin, makes me want to rip him apart and then overwrite him from Kacchan's memories with my touch, my taste, my warmth. Watching someone, anyone other than me touching Kacchan in that way makes me physically sick and I have to swallow past the bile in my throat and ignore the churning of my stomach as, the strange boy's hand traces Kacchan's jaw and tilts his head back farther. I want this to stop. Stop it! How dare you touch my Kacchan?! I step forward only to freeze, when realisation of what I'm doing hits me. What right do I have to stop this? After all......

Kacchan isn't mine.

Suddenly the boy jumps back in alarm, blood streaming from his mouth as he glares at Kacchan who spits out a crimson liquid onto the ground. "What the fuck? You bit me!"
"Were you expecting me to enjoy your slobbery, disgusting tongue stuck down my fucking throat?!"

The boy leers but, the effect is lost with his bloody lip and teary eyes. "It's okay, you don't have to say it. I know that was the best kiss you've ever had." Kacchan blanches and marches towards the boy, eyes burning a dark, lethal scarlet. "Are you shitting me? Deku's a far better kisser—" Kacchan snaps his mouth shut, and cuts a glare to me as, my cheeks heat up. His ears turn red and he furrows his brows, lips pulling down into a scowl. "N....Nevermind...."
The boy quirks a brow, gaze darting between me and Kacchan before his eyes widen in realisation. "Oh!" He exclaims, gesturing at us, while wiggling his eyebrows. "So, you two are like that~ "
"WHAT?!" Kacchan explodes and I gasp, face burning furiously. " No! "
"We're not like that—"
"WITH DEKU—?!"
" He...He's just a childhood friend—"
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME—"
"Well....well, I'm not even sure if we're really even friends now—"
"DO YOU HAVE A SCREW LOOSE—"
"Okay!" The boy interrupts my babbling and Kacchan's shouting, expression sceptical. "So that means....... " He looks at my bright, red face and Kacchan's insulted, embarrassed expression and furrows his brows. "....... You're single?" He turns to Kacchan with a smile, teeth stained red with his blood. Kacchan opens his mouth but, before he can speak I step in front of him, glaring at the strange boy. "He's not interested." I bite out and the boy smirks, adjusting his black leather jacket. He runs a gloved hand through his ebony hair which is shaved on the right side and dip-dyed blue on the left, and then stands to his full height, effectively towering over Izuku, intimidatingly. "Why don't you let him answer?"
"I'm afraid that if he opens his mouth, you'll stick your tongue down his throat again." I huff and the boy narrows his electric blue eyes, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. "
"Oi!" Kacchan butts in, yanking me away from the boy and turning his burning scarlet gaze on me. I shiver and bow my head, but not before cutting a sharp, warning glance to the boy. Kacchan runs a hand over his face and then stares at the boy. " I don't really know what's happening right now but, who are you and what do you want? "
"Moi?" He questions, placing a hand on his chest. "Oh, I almost forgot. " He takes a couple of steps back, his heavy boots crunching in the asphalt and then sketches a mocking bow, the chains on his skinny, black jeans jangling noisily.