"I know." He said. "Well, then, why were you so scared to talk about it?" I asked him. Suddenly, his body was shying away from me. I gasped. "Oh my... are you the one creating that spark?" I asked him. Maybe what we were both feeling wasn't a spark. Maybe it was his quirk being activated?
"The hell are you talking about?" he mumbled the last part, indicating he was lying. I snapped my fingers. "You are! But why?" I was excited to find out. "Is it because your senses were heightened every time your skin make contact with mine unexpectedly?" How come I never noticed it?
"Don't flatter yourself, Glow-stick. It happens with a lot of people when they make contact with me." That actually explains a lot. It makes sense. I nodded. "Why'd you react that way, though?" Taking more bites of my sandwich, I waited for a response.
"I was just surprised that you felt it. Only a certain people with certain quirks can feel it. I guess you're one of them." He glared at me and I looked at him, confused. "Stop glaring at me, dumbass!" He pushed my head away and I chuckle.
"I saw the interview." He whispered a little. "Oh, yeah?"
He nodded with his eyes closed.
"The same villain that hurt you and the dog you were with-"
"Hold on. Dog?" I questioned, my tone rising. "That dumbass earlier." He mumbled. "His name is Shoji, idiot." He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whatever. The same villain that hurt you guys was the same villain that took me." He looked a the ground.
"Took you?" He nodded. "It was recent. That damned Deku just had to be there and act all heroic." He had hatred in his voice, but I could tell he was afraid.
"So, I know how you feel about this whole thing." He looked at me. He was sincere. "You're really strong, Katsuki." I said.
Looking back, I was always a little puppet because of my father. He controlled my life back then, shaping me up to be a better hero than everyone else, even him.
"My father... he was the top hero years ago." Bakugou widened his eyes a little. "Haru Mori?" his tone was higher than expected. "The media always made him out to be the great hero... one who always saves the day." I clasped my hands together.
I hated talking about him. But since Bakugou told me something about his past, I figured I should, as well.
"But people didn't know him behind his mask. His facade. He was a horrible man. A horrible father. A horrible husband." I remembered my mother's face whenever he would drag me away. To go training. I would come back with new bruises and wounds.
"I was never allowed to speak out of turn, to speak my mind, or have even a normal child hood." I looked at him. "So, it's fun to speak like this. To talk about my problems with you. With Mina, Kirishima and everyone else." I smiled at him widely, trying to cool the situation.
"You speak too damn much." I frowned. "And I'm never talking to you ever again." He clicked his tongue. "Eat the damn food. I packed all of this, dumb face."
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We walked inside the school building.
"Walk in the school a few minutes later. I don't want to be seen hanging out with you." He said. I rolled my eyes with a little smile. "You're so dumb, Katsuki. I'm literally wearing your sweater underneath my shirt." I grinned. He scowled.
"Give it back, dumbass!" His body was quick, but I was quicker. I listened for his heartbeat, maximizing the sound.
While he raised his arms to blast me off his face, I grabbed is hand, twisting it and putting it behind him. "I studied taekwondo and karate, Katsuki. Any close combat battle against us, I'll always wi-"
