Please don't go. (a BakuDeku/TodoBakuDeku fanfic)

Memories

~Bakagou POV~

When everyone rushed to see if I was ok, since my nose was still bleed, obviously I pushed them all off. I don't need people to take care of me.

When everyone was sure I didn't need assistance, they changed their attention to Deku, crowding around the bathroom door, trying to get him to come out. Shoot, I think I bled all over his hair! Oh well. I geuss he'll have to take a shower.

"Damn Deku" I mutter under my breath as I stalk out of the room. Ochaco and Ash stayed in the room, but the rest of the boys from my squad follow me out, asking for all the details of what happened, but after a couple of my threats and them realizing I'm in a really bad mood, they leave me alone.

Once I get to my room, and get rid of the bloody mess all over my face, I flop face down onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow. I mull over everything that just happened in my head. I did the right thing, didn't I? I know that if we got together I wouldn't be able to control myself and one of us, if not both, would get really hurt.

So why do I feel so hurt? So broken? I still want to go and beat the shit out of flamebrain but I'm too tired.

I roll over, staring at my ceiling. My mom convinced me to bring the glow-in-the-dark, stick-on-stars from my childhood, and now I'm glad she did. I stare at them, remembering all the sleepovers I had with Deku when we were little, and all the ones our parents forced us to have after we had our fight.

All my other friends that came over would always make fun of me for keeping them up, so I started taking them down. But, and I don't know why I would do it, everytime I knew the nerd was coming over, I'd put them back up. He loved them so much.

I remember the first night I got them, I invited him to come help me put them up and we spent all night counting them and pointing out different things they form.

Whenever we were in a fight, he would get me to talk to him by challenging me to who could find the most things they look like, or form. The last year we had a sleepover, which was the first year of middle school, I would pretend he didn't exist, so he spent all night telling me facts about stars, and when he thought I was asleep, would start telling me legends and stories about them. I enjoyed listening to his voice in those moonlit hours, telling me about all those knights going to save their princess and sacrificing themselves, and star-crossed lovers turning into stars for each other.

I gaze at the stars a while longer, wrapped in the warmth of the memories. But soon, the warmth is gone and I'm remembering what I had just done as the tears come to my eyes.

I stuff my face back into my pillow as uncontrollable sobs shake my body as I imagine all the things that could have happened, all the things we could've done, and how I broke all my chances of finally getting him.

I cry myself to sleep as the sun starts to set, and the moon takes its place, giving my room an eerie, empty look.

Once I wake up, it's 9 in the morning. Later than when I usually get up. My phone has a hundred notifications, most of them either from Ash, the boys, and a couple from Jirou.

I notice one from Deku and excitedly open it, only to have my heart drop past my stomach. "I geuss this is over huh? You can keep the 'insulting' nicknames, I don't mind. Just go back to our regular selves."

I groan as I toss my phone back on the table and fall backwards on my bed in a heap. I just have to pretend nothing happened and act like I hate him right? This shouldn't be too hard. I've done this before.

I THINK I MIGHT TRY SWITCHING BETWEEN THEIR POV ONCE IN A WHILE, WHAT DO YOU THINK? WHAT SHALL HAPPEN NEXT?!? (Hint hint, more stuff that breaks my multishipper heart. Sniff sniff)