An Alpha's Attraction: DekuBaku

Chapter 14💕 Stuck on my Mind

Realized I fucked up and had to fix a couple of things
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      School activities has come to a close and the remainder of the students in the building were finally heading out. Midoriya had his music blasting in his headphones to drown out some of the chatter. Lately he hasn't been himself. And he knows it's because of his forbidden crush on a certain boy. Others seemed to not notice since he'd flip his personality on and off. Kirishima was onto him though. Luckily, he was able to play it off surprisingly well.

Midoriya heads over to the fashion department side where his girlfriend was so they could walk together. When it entered the room, he didn't think he'd see the one person that has him distracted.

A few of the designers turned to him and greeted him warmly. Midoriya replied back with his signature bright smile. Uraraka skips over to him and jumps into his arms. He staggers back a bit and carefully wrapped his arms around Uraraka since he hand paint on his hands. He wasnt going to take any chances on ruining her expensive dress. She giggles and pulls him in for a sweet kiss. "I'll be done in just a minute. I gotta add the finishing touches."

Midoriya nods his head, "sure thing babe." The brunette repeats the same head gesture in confirmation before heading over to her table to finish something.

       "Why hello there Midoriya! It's so nice to see you!"

       He turns his attention to the familiar preppy boy. Aoyama smiles at him with enthusiasm and beckons him to come over. Midoriya could feel his heart pounding when Katsuki grinned at him. It was sweet, loving, if he should say that. Midoriya scolded himself to keep his act together and stay cool. But his mind was running at eighty miles per hour with each passing thought about him.

       "What do you think about this dress", Aoyama asks, "I mean I think it's a bit too puffy but what opinions do you have on it?"

       Midoriya grins, "I'm not an expert on fashion."

      "Dressing up, sometimes. Designing, no. Now come on, tell me what you think!"

      "You know you want to~."

      Midoriya felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise at the sound of the honey coated voice. It's seductive tone grazed his ear. It was almost as if he could feel someone pressing their lips against the shell of it. Ah shit, not now, Midoriya pleaded. Not fucking now.

      His imagination of Katsuki giggles sexily. "Aw come on babe~. Doesn't he look cute? After all, the glitter bomb is only asking about the dress. Not what your Kacchan looks like."

      Aoyama tilts his body a little and waves his hand. He whistles, "hello? Yoo-hoo~? Midoriya, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? If you are I'm gonna need you to head to that trash bucket on the other side of the room. I can't have my table be all dirty and gross and...smelly. Yuck."

      Midoriya squeezes his eyes a little tight and shakes his head. "Sorry. Um, maybe get rid of some of the layers. It's a little too much."

      Aoyama takes a look back at the bright fuchsia pink dress that Katsuki wore unfinished. "Mm, I guess you're right. It does look a little too much. Thank you~!"

"No problem Aoyama."

Katsuki tilts his head and smiles at Midoriya. Midoriya smiles back, a small bit of soft pink dusting his cheeks. He hadn't talked to the omega since this morning when he pulled him into the closet. The little moment of staring back at each other ended when Uraraka comes up and wraps her arms around Midoriya's torso. "I'm ready to go", she croons. He pulls an arm around her and vaguely rubs her back. "It was nice to see you Aoyama", he calls back.