Pick a Side /Villain! Deku/ ✔

Chapter 6- Miss me?

Katsuki Bakugou.

He sat there, flabbergasted at what he had just seen. He swore he saw him. He swore he saw the glowing deep green eyes that were all too easy to get lost in. He swore he saw the messy green hair that shot out in every direction and spilled over the graceful face of which it was attached to. He swore he saw the elegant face, one that always held a determined smile, even when it had no reason to. The pale skin, the light freckles, the glowing green eyes, the messy hair. Though he only had less than two seconds to take it all in, he saw it all in great detail. There was no mistaking who it was. 

Izuku Midoriya. Deku. 

The boy who had been missing for over two months. The boy who he had bullied mercilessly because of something he had no control over.  The boy who had nothing left to lose but still lost managed to lose himself. He was standing right there. Not in Bakugou's dreams, no in his memories, but in reality. At his school, at U.A, he was standing right there. He had just been talking to his friend, Kirishima, when he caught his eye. For one moment, just one, he caught Deku's eye. And they looked at each other. For one moment. A second, maybe less. And then he was gone into the crowd, as though he had never been there in the first place. He assumed he was just going crazy and imagining things. Was the guilting getting to him? 

"You okay, dude?" Kirishima's voice shattered Bakugou's thoughts and pulled him back into reality. 

"I'm fine!" He shouted back, flustered. 

He carried on his day like normal. He hadn't forgotten about it, though. Not even when he went back to his dorm for the night. He laid awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling and seeing Deku's face as it stared at him over and over and over again. It was the spitting image of Deku, but something was still missing. Rather, something was different. Expression. It was is expression. It was filled with anger and resentment, rather than the solid determination he always put into every smile. Anger and resentment toward Bakugou. Which wasn't unexpected, The blonde-haired boy had treated him poorly. But it was so unlike Deku. What did that mean? 

Dammit Deku, where are you?

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Needless to say, he hadn't gotten much sleep that night. The little sleep he had gotten had been plagued by nightmares. Of Deku's face. Of Deku's smile. Of Deku's hair. Of Deku's eyes. Of Deku's anger. He felt as though he had barely just closed his eyes when his alarm clock went off the next morning. The day went by nearly the same as every other day had, though. He couldn't concentrate in class, but what else was new? 

He eventually convinced himself that what he saw was purely his imagination. There were probably plenty of green-haired kids at U.A. Deku wasn't that special looking. It must be his sleep deprivation. He must be hallucinating. He managed to get through his classes with that mindest. The bell rang, signaling the end of his last class. He was about to leave, too, when he noticed a small paper neatly folded in his desk. He took it out slowly, glancing around to make sure no one noticed him doing so. He carefully unfolded the paper and read it. 

"Meet me in room 14-C at 7:00 PM."
-Anonymous

Bakugou stared at the paper, puzzled. Who would want to speak with him? What could it possibly be about, anyway? He couldn't help but get a bad feeling about it. First, seeing Deku, now, this. He did as he was told, his curiosity getting the better of him, and he wandered the halls for room 14-C just before seven. There were too many rooms in the school, Bakugou swore he'd never so much as been down the hall before as he approached the room number. 14-A. 14-B. He was about the reach his destination when he spotted Kirishima walking towards him. Was it him who placed the note?