Complete Opposites | BakuDeku ✔

Chapter 29: Memory Plan

Bakugou's Point of View

It's now Thursday afternoon. Deku and I are walking to our dorms, hands brushing each other. I wish we could hold hands, but since Deku doesn't feel comfortable yet with me, I let it slide. It pisses me off that we can't be a couple because of that stupid accident! I sweat to fucking god, if that icy hot bastard tries another thing with my boyfriend, I'm going to blow his fucking face off.

The breeze went through my hair and brushed away my thoughts. I exhaled and relaxed before looking over my shoulder to see my boyfriend scrolling through his feed on his phone. I use my hand to place it on his shoulder, guiding him down the sidewalk. I shift my vision back towards the road.

All I could hear throughout the way to the dorms was our footsteps, and the fucking birds chirping behind us. Those fucking birds annoy me so much! I took a turn, still having my hand on Deku's shoulder, getting closer and closer to the dorms. I look down at Deku to see him staring at me. I smirk, and he starts to blush.

"Like what you see?~" I cooed at Deku. He instantly turned away and cleared his throat. I smirk as I continued to look at what was ahead of me.

We walked up to the stop sign and looked both ways before crossing the street. As we walked on the road, I felt every now and then Deku's hand brush against mine. I slightly smile as I reach over to grab his hand and hold it in mine. He looks up at me with a shocked face.

"K-Kachaan!" Deku slightly yells at me with a more flustered face. I gave out a laugh before getting on the sidewalk across the street.

He sighed before tightening his grip. I look down at our hands and sigh. What am I going to do with Deku? His memory hasn't got any better, and I'm apprehensive. It's so awkward when he calls me Bakugou. He usually calls me Kachaan, but thanks to that stupid hit, he doesn't call me that!

I look up at the entrance of the dorms building to find round face and glasses holding hands. I look over at Deku and see his face of worry. I take my hand away from his hand, walking towards them separately. Deku then smiled at me, walking a little bit behind me. I guess he feels uncomfortable holdings hands and letting everyone know he's gay.

"Hey, Bakugou! Kirishima—"

"SHUT UP, GLASSES!" I snap at him as I push by him, leaving Deku with his so-called friends. I push on the doors and meet with Kirishima in the lobby.

"Hey, man! I-I need to talk to you about something important," He says with what seemed to be nervousness. I roll my eyes and follow him to his dorm.

What's so god damn vital that he needs to tell me? Does he have to drag me into everything now? I get it, we are somewhat friends, but that doesn't mean he ALWAYS has to call me when he needs fucking help! He should grow a pair and ask someone worth his time. I need to fucking focus on trying to get Deku to remember me before it's too late.

We made out way into his room. He closed the door behind him and gestured me to sit on his bed. I grunt and throw my back on the side of the bed, sitting on the edge. He sits next to me and exhales. I furrow my eyebrows at his actions.

"Bakugou, I-I really like you," He says to me, making my eyes widen. I groan at his response before responding.

"I know, you dumb shit," I say, getting up from the bed. As I pull my bag from the carpet to swing it over my shoulder, Kirishima pulls on my arm.

"Please, stay," He begs for me to stay. I growl and smack my forehead before sitting back down on the bed.