give me love // bakudeku

sick joke, sick joke, that's all you'll ever be to anyone

bakugou katsuki didn't know what to think of deku.

he hadn't known what to expect when shitty hair had asked the group of fuckfaces if a friend from high school could come move in temporarily with them, other than another fuckface to deal with and have to exist in the same space with. he could remember sitting down in his chair, plucking idly at his guitar as he thought of a new tune for a song. he had his notebook cracked open with random lyrics propped on the armrest, humming under his breath with the syllables. kirishima, for the first time katsuki had ever seen, looked almost nervous. shitty hair was a lot of things; outgoing, stupidly optimistic, high energy, the human embodiment of a labrador retriever, but nervous? hell fucking no.

shitty hair stood in front of the tv with one hand scratching the back of his neck. he had cleared his throat and called everyone's attention. pinky was gushing over something shitty and boring, and dunce face was sitting with his eyes glued to his phone, without a doubt scrolling endlessly through tiktok. shitty hair was silent for a couple seconds. he didn't know where to start, he said, but an old friend of his was looking for a place to stay and he'd offered.

his dumbass friend was going through some shitty rough patch and looking for a change of scenery. they had an extra bedroom from a previous roommate, and he didn't think anyone would mind. though, kirishima had said he could totally call him back and say things changed if any fuckfaces didn't want the new extra moving in.

katsuki didn't give a fuck as long as the dipshit knew not to mess with his shit or get in his fucking way. he wasn't looking forward to a new roommate, but it would lower the cost of rent and what was the point of having an extra room if no one was going to use it? raccoon eyes didn't care either, if anything she was excited. fresh meat, she said. and dunce face just shrugged, mumbling that maybe katsuki could find someone else to shit on for a while, that way he could take a break for once. katsuki had laughed; he could multitask.

shitty hair smiled widely and had let out a huge breath of air. he'd thanked everyone and said he'd make it up to them. like hell he would, katsuki thought, no one would actually take advantage of the stupid redhead like that. besides, he did shit for everyone anyway, without needing to be asked.

the first thought on katsuki's mind was that deku was going to be like every other one of shitty hair's friends. high energy and enthusiastic like the redhead was. damn near every friend of his seemed so loud and aggravating that katsuki had completely tuned out everything they said and didn't bother to remember their damn names. they were extras who very seldom came by the apartment unless it was for a couple beers and trying to get on the blond's nerves by eating his food, sitting in his chair, and trying to touch his guitar. after all, ashido and kaminari were kirishima's friends who he'd introduced to katsuki after the blond begrudgingly agreed to meet them.

but his first look at deku had proved him opposite; he wasn't anything like shitty hair's friends, so much so that at first he didn't even think deku was the new roommate at first. deku was... skittish and had some stupid and annoying glass green eyes that seemed to ooze emotion with every blink. and he stuttered, like a stupid and annoying child. and then he did that dumb shit that girls did when they were nervous, when they'd pull at the corner of their bottom lip with their teeth. it made katsuki's heart skip a beat, which made katsuki mad at his body for reacting in such a way.

katsuki saw him as a scared little lamb that had unknowingly wandered into a wolves' den.

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katsuki walked down the street with his infamous scowl etched into his mouth; hands shoved deep into pockets, boots clunking along the pavement. he didn't know why the other asswipes couldn't bother going to the damn supermarket themselves but there he was, with a shitty list crumpled in his back jean pocket heading down the street to the small cornerstore he and the other shit roommates frequented. and that too nice, pathetic deku had insisted on coming with him to help haul the groceries back to the apartment. why deku thought he needed help, he hadn't a clue, but while he would never admit it, he did kind of like the company. kind of.