🌸O N L Y F O R Y O U🌸 ||Kacchako||

CHAPTER EIGHT: It's not like her

It's been five fucking days. Five fucking days since I told her about her condition. And each day went remotely like this:

I see her. It's the end of the day. Kirishima and the other idiots tell me to join them for boba and I refuse because...well...Ochako.
I make my way towards pink-cheeks when I notice another figure behind her, a bit taller than she is, but not taller than me.
Fucking Deku. I walk up to her, anger bubbling inside of me like a kettle, so hot it's turning into steam.
I pull her aside, careful to not yank her in the state of anger I am currently experiencing.
"Are we...are we..u-uh, going to watch a movie?" I would manage to blurt out in a stutters, frustrated mess. Or,
"Are..uh are we gonna...fuck. N-not fuck! No not 'are we gonna fuck' I meant are we gonna fucking walk?!" I would stutter, clenching my fists, trying to avert my soul-sucking gaze from Deku so I don't beat the shit out of him. Or even,
"Yo, cheeks! Are we gonna hang or what?!" I would yell, not even daring to go near her and that damn stupid ass fucking nerd.

All of her answers have always been like this:
She bites her bottom lip (fucking hot, yes. Making the heat...down there intensify, causing me to cross my legs close together) and she would say, "sorry, Katsuki. I-I'm walking with..uh," and she would just look over at the fucker and blush.

Or she would play with her hair and mumble under her breath, "sorry I asked deku if we could go to the arcade," as if she didn't want me to fucking hear. But oh boy, lucky me my ears are fine.

Or, this one made me the angriest, she would just completely ignore me, pretending to fucking start a conversation with Deku. The fuck?!

So, all of these ridiculous endings would always result me in spending my shit ton of free time with my group of friends when I'd rather be spending it with her.
"She's fucking ignoring me," I mumble under my breath through gritted teeth, swerving my controller aggressively to the side, causing my fucking bowser to crash into the side of the track. Shit.
"What was that, man?" Shitty hair asks, focused on his princess peach currently in third place.
"He said 'she's bleeeep ignoring me'," dunce face says, his head resting in the Jirō, the punk girl's lap while he's frantically trying to pull his yoshi out of second place.
     "Do you mean my dear precious Ocha? The beautiful girl with the adorable face? Huh, Blasty?" Alien bitch eggs on obnoxiously, sitting in shitty hair's lap, soy-sauce-Sero sitting beside them, him in fourth place and her in fucking first.
      "YES!!" Alien girl shouts, throwing her arms in the air and leaning back, causing Kirishima to fall back. Fucking gross. Get a room bitches.
      "NO!!" The other losers yell in unison. Punk girl groans.
     "Stop shouting, idiot," she says, hitting dunce on the head as he whimpers like a stupid puppy.
"Yo, bakubro? Why ain't you yelling?" Kirishima asks me, propping himself up on his forearms, Alien girl lying on him.
I blink, snapping out of my daze. I look into Shitty hair's tv screen to see my bowser in last place. I'm unfazed. Normally I'd be blowing my fucking head off right now. Every time we go to shitty hair's place and play Mario kart, I play to fucking win.
But how could I be concerned about that? Every time I tell her that we have to do the things that we always do after school she makes up a damn excuse.
Ever since I told her about the disease, ever since she told me about him it's like we never existed. Like we're fucking strangers.
Ever since I told her and she told me it's like she's been avoiding me. Like every time I bring up the disease, trying to at least get more than three words in about surgery, she changes the topic.
Every time I bring up him she turns red and changes the topic yet again. What's up with her? What the fuck did I do?
One day she's crying on and on about the disease, her sleeping on top of me, her legs sling around my body, her feeling so vulnerable, so exposed. The next she's blowing me off like I've never seen her in her under clothes when we were in fucking third grade.
It's not like her. What's gotten into her? God, I know she's the fucking type of person to not ask for help even though she really ducking needs it; she doesn't take hand outs, she doesn't deal with people's pity well but she sure as hell doesn't just blow people off.
     My angel-face would talk things over and pull a joke, her doing most of the laughing. She would be touchy, the way she's always fucking been. She wouldn't just change the topic. What the fuck-
"...Bro?"
I blink once again, my eyebrows hurting from how much I've creased them worrying my ass off.
"You good?" Soy-sauce face asks. The only response I give is a blink.
"You okay, blasty?" Alien bitch asks, scooting closer to me.
"I...I have to fucking go." I say firmly, grabbing my back pack, my blazer and my phone.
"Tell Ocha we said hi!" Alien bitch says. I freeze at the mention of her name before resuming back to reality.
I check my phone. 5:46. I open my phone and go to my messages with round face. I glance at my last message:

Me: answer ur fucking messages!! Where r u?
          Read at 3:52

      I type in another message while hopping onto my bike:

Me: please answer. Just send ur location. We need to talk

     I see the three dots indicating she's typing back almost immediately, which sends a wave of relief along with a wave of anxiety rushing over me.

Round-face❤️👶: no need. I'm in your neighbourhood. I was gonna call u but idk. Pick me up pls..

     A million thoughts run through my fucking head as I hop onto my bike and whizz past the houses, picking up pace as I turn and make my way back to my own.
     I spot her, at my porch, sitting down, her shoulders shaking. I jump off of my bike without stopping, causing it to fall over.
     I speedily walk over to her, trying to act like I haven't been thinking about her for the past 4 hours. Trying to cover up the fact that she hasn't left my mind. Trying not to show how much I care.
     I see her head go up, spotting me. She gets up and runs to me, jumping into my arms.
     I fall back onto my ass, her body warmth on mine, both of us on the fucking ground.
     I feel her sob, her tears probably staining my fucking uniform.
     At first I just sit there like a fucking idiot, arms frozen like shit.
     It takes what seems like the longest fucking time until I return the embrace.
     "Don't cry, dammit," I say, squeezing her tighter. "Tears don't suit you."
     "C-can we j-just stay like this? Just for..for a while longer," she says after a while, her breath unsteady and weak. I nod.
     The only sound my ears can pick up is the heart wrenching sobs of Ochako and the wind blowing in the background. Everything seems to go still.
     "I'm sorry," she says after her breathing calms down.
     "I'm running out of time..." she exhales. I'm fucking stunned. I don't say anything.

                      Everything seems to go still.

-OKAYYY this was rlly rlly short and I think I've had a writers block but now I have lots of ideas. Literally nothing happened in this chapter but pls enjoy 😂💗✨ make sure to vote and/or comment suggestions/thoughts/just anything 😂 I'll be sure to post better chapters I'm sorry this one was CRAPPY 😭 but it's gonna get a wholeeee lot more interesting so pls buckle up 😭💗💗✨ my izuocha fic is taking a bit long but I have TONS of interesting ideas for that if you wanna check it out. I'll just be focusing on this for a bit. If there are any mistakes or spelling errors or stupid auto corrections I'm sorry I'll edit it tmrw. Tysm for reading and staying with me it makes me happy ever day to wake up to a notification of someone's gratitude. Writing rlly helps me cope and focus and this has helped me in some dark times so thank you and continue to love and support ❤️❤️ Tysm lovelies 🥺🥺💗😚✨✨❤️☺️-