Taken (BakuDeku)

Recollected

Deku's POV:

The boy held me close and I relish in the feeling I get from it. I've never felt this feeling and was not taught it by the men in lab coats. I decide to call it the warmth. The boy is saying something...he repeats a word I've heard him say many times before. I think that's is what he calls me, I must be a Deku. I wonder how I can show him things, tell him things like he does for me.

I point to myself and try to make the sound he made. "Daeoo" I say pointing to myself. I shake my head in frustration, it doesn't sound like how the boy says it.  I look at him and blink, this expression is new, It's like I'm looking at the sun. I squint my eyes, this is the only expression that's shows his rows of white teeth. Suddenly it's gone and I find myself wanting to see it again. "Dea...deauuko"
I point to myself again but this time he doesn't smile, he simply looks at me with contemplation. I don't want to see that look on his face it's the look the men in their lab coats wore. He utters more words I can't understand and I just stare at him blankly.

I suddenly wonder that if I'm called a Deku then, what is he called, Is he a Deku too. I point at his chest "deku." I perk up when I realize I finally got it right and jump in surprise when a deep rumbling comes form the boy. What is that? He shakes his head at me, I have learned that that means Something I did was not right. I shrink back in fear, when I do something not right the hurt comes. ".....Deku......" he mutters more words, yes I think they are words, but the only one I know is Deku. I look up at him and he Points to himself then pauses for a what feels like a whole minute and in a voice that trembles says "Kachan." I gasp when something shoots through my body and a familiar sense comes over me, I lay back...my head spinning. The boy leans over me saying more things that I can't understand. I pull myself tighter into a ball and the boy suddenly stops talking.

Next thing I know I'm in the air being carried, before I can react he places me on the bed and lays me down. I allow him to do these things, I trust him with all my being even though I think I should not. After he leaves and shuts the door my mind starts to work. The word he said, "Kashu" I whisper, no that's not it. "Kashhou". "Kashia" "Kushan" "k..Mach..kachan" I finally get it and am pleased with myself. I like the word it rolls off my tongue nicely. That word seems so familiar like I've said it many times before, but I can't recall ever saying or hearing it before. I sigh and lie back down. "Kachan" I whispered lightly before finally falling prey to the blackness of sleep.

Until next time ~❤️~