🌸O N L Y F O R Y O U🌸 ||Kacchako||

CHAPTER ONE: I dont like her

      "Katsuuukiii..! I said sorry! Owwww!" Ochako Uraraka whines. I squeeze her chubby pink-tinted cheeks as she tries to wriggle free.
      "Say it again! You called me a shitty puppy, didn't you," I say, laughing. She giggles. "I didn't use the word 'shitty' though," she pouts, finally breaking free. I raise an eyebrow, smirking to the side.
        "Then what did you call me?" I scoff, crossing my arms and leaning against her bedroom door frame. She twirls around, her brand-new blue skirt uniform spinning, framing those perfectly shaped legs.
      "An adowabow wittle puppy. Like maybe a pit bull! Arf, Arf!" She says, flashing me a wide grin and using her index fingers to poke both of her cheeks as if showing me her dimples. I blush and turn my head the other way.
      "Lets go already. Fuck. We're gonna be late..." I say. I grab her by the wrist, my face probably a dangerous shade of red, and drag her out her room.
       "Bye mom!" Round-face hollers behind us. "Bye Mrs. Uraraka," I follow suit.
        Round-face and I are childhood friends. We've known each other since elementary. I normally visit her house almost daily; my house hold is a bit violent. A bit is a fucking understatement. It's fucking mad. I don't care though. My old hag of a mom just yells at me and slaps me (not that I care about the yelling. I'll yell however fucking loud I want right back at her), and my coward father just sits around, too scared to interfere. I love them, as much as I hate to admit it. They're shitty, yeah. But I still love em.
        Mrs. Uraraka insisted I visit as often as I can though, as soon as Round-face told her about my home situation. I couldn't care less. Though in all honesty I'd rather spend my damn time with that round-faced Angel. Not that I'd admit that out loud. That would be fucking embarrassing.
        Ochako skips beside me as we walk across the hot sidewalk on this long spring day on our way to school. She talks on and on about anything she sees and anything that pops into her damn mind. I don't really hear what she's saying. I'm too busy silently smiling like a damn loser, just staring at her face.
   Fucking jeez. I'm hopeless.
      She grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers together. My face heats up and turns red,and I let out a sharp "tch", turning my head the other way. No matter how many times she hold my sweaty ass hand, I could never get used to it.
       "You're my best friend, Katsuki," Round-face smiles, swinging her arm back and fourth causing mine to do so as well. I give her a side smile, more of a smirk. I don't purposely smile.
      "Right back at ya, fat face." I chuckle. She lets go of my hand, us standing just outside the school entrance.
      "My face isn't fat!!" She hmphs, puffing our her fucking adorable cheeks. I smirk and lean over to squeeze them. She swats my hand away viscously, stomps her foot and sticks out her tongue at me. Then she giggles and runs off into the school.
      I shake my head. So childish. I quietly laugh to myself, those kinds of laughs where you laugh with your mouth shut and breathe out of your nose. I stuff my hands in the pockets of my purposely baggy uniform pants, although it is held up by a belt. I start walking to the entrance.
     "YO!" I hear someone call out to me. I let out an annoyed sigh, mumbling quiet cusses under my breath.
      I feel the weight of a body lean on my right shoulder, using me as a leaning post (though he's not much taller than I am).
      "Sup Baku-bro!" Kirishima. Eijiro Kirishima. I grin a nasty grin.
      "Fuck off, Kiri," I grumble, shaking him off. His grin just continues to grow. Kirishima is a friend I met just last year, my second year of high school. He was one of the only kids who wasn't actually afraid of me. Overall a good dude. Supportive. Tolerable I guess. Funny (though I'd never fucking say it out loud). Surprisingly super nice. Annoying. Really annoying. Endless energy. Did I say mention annoying?
      "That's one strike. Remember, three swear strikes and you're out!" Kirishima laughs. I flip him off. He continues to walk beside me.
     "Hey, Baku. You seem pretty close with Uraraka-san. First name basis, huh?" Kiri persists. My face feels hot. I scoff and turn the other direction.
      "We're just childhood friends..." I mumble. Kirishima cups his chin, nodding like a sage.
      "Well, kinda tough. You haven't been in her class since, what? First year of high school? I'd be pretty down too," Kiri says, giving me a tight smile as if he understands. He doesn't even know half the shitty story. And it's really shitty.
"Great. Thanks to you I'm now thinking about her. Thanks, shitty hair," I grumble to Kirishima. He gives me a sympathetic look and pats me hard on the back, so hard it forces a cough. I wipe my mouth, glaring at my friend.
He smiles. "It'll work out. Don't worry. And I'm here for you, bro," he grins, scrunching up his nose.
"Thanks..." I mumble quietly, quiet enough so he doesn't hear.
"But you better watch out. With a bangin body like hers, I bet the guys are all over her. Hell, I know they are. Especially that perv, Mineta in her class. And she can get along with literally anyone. I see why you like her so much," Shitty hair nods. I furrow my brows, gritting my teeth.
"I don't. Fucking. Like her," I force out. And it's true. I don't like her. "Like" isn't nearly a strong enough word to express the feeling I have deep down for her. The adoration, endless gratitude, willingness to go past inevitable lengths for her. Fuck. Shit, I hate admitting it. Makes me seem so fucking soft, ya know? But it's true. I don't think I like her. I think...I think I need her. I just... long for her. "Like" isn't it. It was never it.