A collapsing star

Chapter 4

Bakugo POV

"Bakugo, before you continue, let me clean your wounds." I looked up at him and nodded nervously before setting my eyes somewhere else, but his beautiful eye- 'No, Katsuki! Don't be weird.' He made his way over to the closest sink and demanded me to come over before he reached his arm out to get something to clean my swollen, bloody nose. He leans in a little closer to my face to help him see better.
'His f-face is s-so close!' I feel my face startiy to heat up a little.
"I can do this myself, you know...I learned how to take care of myself in an early age." Shoto stopped what he was doing, sat back up a little and looked at me with a questioning look. "B-because of my quirk, of course! The explosions damaged my body whenever I-I used it!" He nodded looking back at my, soon cleaned, nose. My eyes still looking at his stunning fac- 'Fuck! Stop it, stupid brain!' I looked away again. Slightly blushing.

'Ugh. I hope he bought it. I can't let him know...yet.'

Nobody knows that my father has abused me since I was about 9 or 10. Not even Deku, and I trusted him with my own life! ...before he started bullying me, of course.
Shoto was now done with my nose. He took the dirty hand towel he used and put it in a nearby thrash bin. His eyes then traveled down to my wrists. They're still red and sore from the tight ropes Deku and his friends used. I got snapped back to reality when I felt him tugging on the sleeve of my shirt. I slapped his hand away as a reflex.

'That was close! He can't see my scars...then he'll only ask more questions."

"Ow.." Shoto whined holding his hand in front of himself.

"O-omg! I-I'm so sorry, Shoto!" Oml. I just slapped his arm. I JUST SLAPPED HIS FUCKING ARM AWAY. Fuck!

"It's fine. I just wanted to check your wrist for any wounds. And don't worry about it, I'm sorry I touched you without asking first." He softly smiled.

'Huh..I guess he figured I don't like sudden contact with others...'

"And by the way; I enjoyed hearing my first name come out of your mouth. You should do it more often" He smirked.

'So. Fucking. Hot.'

I looked away with a little blush creeping it's way over my cheeks.

I looked back at him, still blushing a little. He look so perfect. His beautiful two colored hair splitting perfectly on the middle. His gorgeous hetrocromiatic eyes. One grey and one turquoise. His tough scar covering his left eye. Wow. It's just too perfect. And his body...his abs, mHm. Whenever we're in the changing room before PE class I see his upper body. His abs are toned as fuc-

'W-what...stop it, Katsuki! The hell am I thinking?!'

"Then you can call me Katsuki." I said while giving him a weak smile. He quickly looked away from me to wash his hands. I can swear I saw a little red on his cheeks. When he finished washing his hands, he looked back at me again. The red color was now gone.

"Bakugo, please continue your story." He had a more serious look on his face now. I nod before taking a deep breath.

"So...before the summer camp, Deku and I had a close relationship. We ended up in the same class after the entrance exam, and after I got some time to think about it, I accepted it. I accepted that Deku and I had to shove our differences aside to become the best heroes the world have ever seen. Our futures as pro's wouldn't be possible if we kept arguing and fighting each other all the time." I sat down on to the floor again. He soon followed sitting down next to me. Not too close, but close enough for me to smell his scent. It smells like caramels and cookies. "Then after some time, we became friends with each other. I trusted him, and he trusted me. He was my best friend. I had the bakusquad, yes, but it felt different with him. Then the kidnapping happened, and he was the first to notice something was off. After a while of him pleading for me to tell him what was wrong, I did." I rested my head on my knees, looking down at the floor.
"When I finally finished telling him about Dabi, Toga, the knives and...Shigaraki; he looked disgusted. Like I was the enemy or some shit. He called me names and told me I was disgusting him for just being alive. He didn't want to be my friend anymore, obviously. And when the bullying started, he said that if I told anyone about it, he'd tell everyone about me having a crush on y-"

*buzz buzz*

I took out my phone looking at the notification on my lock screen. It was a text message from Kirishima.

Kiri

Hey, Bakubro! Where are you, man? School's over!

Denki and I had to cover for you!

You could've at least tell us where you went, man.

Sorry. I forgot.

Wow. No swearing, you ok bro?

Shut up! I'm fine, Shitty Hair!

I smiled at my phone for a second before putting my phone back in my pocket. Kiri is such a nice and caring person. Always so happy and kind. I don't deserve him. I don't really deserve anyone at all.

"Who were you talking to?" A little annoyed Shoto asked.

'Jealous?'

"Oh, just Kiriahima. School's over now by the way, we didn't notice since there's no school bells here at the dorms." I explained.

"Oh, Okay." He said while his gray and turquoise eyes is looking into my crimson ones. We look at each other for awhile before he broke the silence.
"Should we get going then?"

"Yeah-oH ShIt!" I got up and started to panic a little. "I have to go, Shoto!" I grabbed my bag that I brought with me here and headed towards the door.

"Wait, Katsuki! Can I at least get your phone number?" He reached his phone to me to type my number.

"Oh. Yeah, sure." I smiled at him while taking his phone and typing my number, saving it as 'Katsuki💥💕'.

"Thank you." He smiled at his phone after I gave it back to him. Guess he likes the name I chose.

"Bye, talk to you at school at Monday!" After waving goodbye I ran out of the school grounds and headend home.

'FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck! I hope he's not home yet!'

Since it's Friday, we get to go home for the weekend...yay...

I'm almost home when I see a green-head walking on the other side of the street with earbuds plugged into his phone. I stop running and quickly look down on my feet, hiding my face a little hoping he won't notice me. I glance over to the other side of the road, freezing in my tracks. He was gone.

'Fuck. Where did he go! Did he see me...?'

Then I suddenly felt a hand gripping my shoulder from behind, really harshly.

"Heyyyy, Kacchan."

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