When is it? (BakuDeku)

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(1333 words)

This entire story will be from Katsuki Bakugo(Kacchan)'s perspective, I relate to him so it's much easier for me this way.

I woke up in my bed. My eyes felt tight, I touched them with my cold finger tips. Wet. I cried myself to sleep again.

Stupid Deku

Quirkless

You'll never be a hero

Worthless Stupid Deku

Do us all a favor and take a swan dive of the roof!

Why was I so mean? No. Why am I so mean? I haven't changed at all... Deku flinches when I make any sudden movements. It hurts, I never show that though- what am I doing? Why am I monologuing at... I look at my alarm clock, 5am... yeah I guess I could wake up right now. I probably wouldn't wake up on time if I were to fall asleep again.

I get up and stretch. I lift my arm up, holding my wrists I reach as high as I can, my shoulder blades grind against each other, air bubbles release and sound like rice crispy cereal. I squat down and stretch my left leg out until my knee and ankle pop. I do the same for my right, my right knee hurt a little when it popped.

I get up and walk to my closet. I get out my uniform and other clothings and set it on my desk folded in a stack, going underwear, pants, belt, shirt, tie, top to bottom. I turn to my bed. The white sheets darkened slightly in an oval, a pool of cold sweat. I sigh and remove them... it's not that dirty... I'll just stuff them in my closet, surely they'll be dry after school.

Going back to my bed; I make the blankets and arrange the pillows so that if someone were to come in, not that anyone would, the fact there are no sheets wouldn't be noticable.

I stand in the center of my room. Is there anything else to do? I look at the clock. I don't know how long I've been standing there but my 6am alarm was about to go off. I walked towards it, turning it off the second it goes off. I grab my clothes pile and headed off to the bathroom for a shower.

After dressing in the bathroom I came back into my room to grab my bag. I pull one strap over my left shoulder and walk out, locking the door behind me.

On the way shitty hair slapped my back "Hey Bakubro!

"Hey shitty hair." I low growl. I didn't feel like talking, but then again when did I?

He talked the entire walk, I gave minimalistic replies when necessary. Eventually we made it and he followed me all the way to the classroom. When I sat down at my desk he sat down on my desk. "So whats up with you? You haven't said anything interesting all walk!"

I glare at him, he's one of the few that isn't scared by it. I'm usually glad but I was kinda hoping to intimidate him. "I don't feel like talking." I state surprisingly calm. I expected my voice to have a bit more bite to it like it usually does.

"Oh. Sorry than bro." He stays on my desk. I liked the presence. It made me feel wanted, which was nice today. Really nice.

Kirishima conversated with the other members of the "Bakusquad." I sat there staring out the window like some emo protaginist in a dystopian movie. I felt kinda pathetic, but I feel okay about it.

Eventually Deku sat behind me. Finally, it feels like I've been waiting forever. I force my face to hide the smile I so desperately wanted to adorn. Even if I terrified him, he made me feel okay.

Class eventually started. Voices... it sounded familiar.

Stupid Deku

I'll never be a hero

Worthless Stupid Deku

Do you all a favor and take a swan dive of the roof!

I thought it was me, I tried to shake it, but I still heard it. It was quiet... the wording was weird... "I'll never be a hero" "you all a favor" what? This doesnt-

"I should've jumped..." I heard softly behind me. It was Deku's mumbling. God, this made me feel worse... what can I do about this?

After more self destructive mumbles I finally had the idea. I casually took a notebook from my bag. I started writing.

"You're one of the smartest in the class Deku! You will be a hero, a pro hero. You're far from worthless, way far! I'm sorry for being a shit person, I'm" I scratch out the "I'm" before continuing. "we're glad you're here!"

I tore out the page and folded it into a small square. Still facing the front I reach back my left arm to hand Deku the note. I feel cold fingers against the base of my palm as the soft paper leaves. I hear him mumble the words, an audible smile slowly creeping up the farther he reads.

I thought what I wrote was cheesy and cringey... I'm glad I did though. His momentary happiness will comfort me for years to come.

I hear scritch-scratching from behind me, taking me out of my mind. I see a piece of paper in the corner of my left eye. I take it. It's the same paper I gave him, more written below my passage in his cuter handwriting- did I call his handwriting cute? No, I said it was cuter than mine. There's a difference.

"Really? Thanks Kacchan! Why did you say those than?" I cringed.

"I was insecure. I felt challenged by you." I handed it back, a small laugh behind me. My face flushed, I'm so embarressed. The paper doesn't come back. I feel something touch my back.

poke, poke, drag

There was a poke on each shoulder blade and a rounded drag below. I think this nerd just drew a smiley face on my back. I hear a giggle behind me as I processed that. I let out a quiet but gruff scoff.

We don't attempt any more conversation during class.

After school I head back to my dorm. I change my clothes in my room. As I'm changing I hear a knock at my door.

I open. "Yeah- oh hey Deku!" my voice softened without my consent, it came out like that naturally.

"Uh- h-hi K-Kacchan.. uh.." He seemed distracted and flustered. "I uh- I just- why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

I forgot. "Oh, I was in the middle of changing, but what did you want to say?"

"Oh- I uh, I can wait till after you're done.."

"No, it's fine. What's up?"

"Uh.. I just-just uh.." he rubs the back of his neck. "Wanted t-to say uh, thanks!"

"Hm? For what?" I knew what. I wanted to milk this, I know that's bad but... urgh, I don't care right now. I'll scorn myself later for it.

"For the apology! I never thought you would, I thought you didn't care, or.. still.. stood by.. what you.. said..."

"No. I'm really sorry." My voice suddenly serious.

He gives a soft small smile. I wanted to look at it forever- wait why? "What's wrong?"

"Hm? Wadyu mean?"

"You're face just got red." He seemed to be hiding.. fear? Why would he be scared right now?

"I dunno what you mean, maybe hot?" I realize that doesn't make sense. Deku's not red and I'm shirtless, he'd get hot before I would. Luckily he didn't mention it, I'm sure he realized the flawed logic though. He is incredibly smart.

"W-well uh, that was all I had to say- uh- later Kacchan!" He awkwardly spins around and scutters off quickly.

I shut the door and put on a plain black tee. As I finish dressing it processes that Deku wasn't really looking at me during that conversation. Well, not my eyes. He glanced at my chest a lot. I probably made him feel so uncomfortable. I shake the thought as I leave.

The Bakusquad wanted to hang out.