Agreed

Chapter 4

"Let's pretend this never happened." I said glancing out the window.

Bakugo nodded.

Uncomfortable, I got up.

"I'll be leaving now. Let us hope that we never end up in this situation again."

"Yeah, and- uhm...thank you." He stammered looking away.

"You're welcome." I say walking out of his dorm.

Looking at my shirt, I realize that my sleeve partially wet from his crying. I didn't notice it before. I was probably too surprised to acknowledge his tears soaking into my shirt.

What could be possibly be dreaming about that would make him cry so much? He's blamed himself for getting kidnapped but that's about all I know. I never bothered asking Midoriya because it's never been any of my business.

By asking Midoriya I'd probably have to explain the events that just took place and I'd much rather be in the dark than embarrass both myself and Bakugo.

I didn't want anyone one to see me walking around like this, so I quickened my pace.

I arrived at my dorm and walked inside.
It's 9:48 on a Saturday and I wasn't sure about what I was going to do today.
I could study, though I have no desire to do such a thing.

I then remembered something Sero had said from the short period of time that I was at that sleepover.

"A lot of the girls seem to love you." A bizarre concept. I never noticed it either. I had always thought people found me ugly because of the scar on my face...

I guess I've gotten the occasional love letter, or someone coming up to me and confessing. I didn't know them, so I obviously said no.

It's been mostly girls coming up to me.

The problem with that is that I'm gay and have managed to develop a crush on an obnoxious asshole.

I want to apologize to Izuku. For liking the person who used to bully him. It's not right.

I'm a terrible person for liking Katsuki Bakugo.

I haven't told Izuku about my situation yet.
Luckily, he's a kind-hearted person and won't despise me for liking Bakugo.

I sighed walking towards the bathroom.

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Once I was done brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I got dressed.

I texted Midoriya.

I figured that going on a walk and talking to him about this would be fine.

. . .

As I waited by a bench for Midoriya arrive, I thought about it more. He won't hate me, he'll just be extremely confused.

Frankly, I can't explain my feelings. Midoriya is much better at understanding how others feel.

I think I'm just going insane at this point.

"Todoroki!" Izuku shouted, smiling and waving at me.

"What did you want to talk about? It isn't anything serious, right?" He asked with a look of concern.

"No, luckily it's nothing serious."

"Then what is it?"