(Updates every other day or so [for the most part]!!!) Eijiro Kirishima is hopelessly in love with Katsuki Bakugo. Although nobody has any idea what he sees in the blonde. Bakugo definitely sees Kirishima as one of his...
...closer friends. But noth...
It's been about a month, Sero Kami and Mina haven't really narrowed the list down much, but it's still nerve-wracking.
I've been really fucking depressed, but I've been able to make it to class most days, and after the first day nobody asked questions.
Bakugo and I still haven't talked. At all. I miss him, a lot, but I know he can't fucking stand me. Which is fair.
Class is about to start anyways. I'm on my way right now, I'm probably gonna be late, but Aizawa currently exempts me from absences and tardies.
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Bakugo POV
I can't deal with this shit anymore. I thought I'd be over that fucking faggot by now but I'm still crying myself to sleep every night.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can't just keep fucking doing this, my grades are even dropping.
It's been three days since the thought entered my mind, but I don't fucking know what else to do.
It's stupid as shit and it's not gonna work, or help anything. It's also going to make me look weak as fuck.
But I'm asking fucking Deku for help.
The idea is shit. It's not gonna work anyways, and he's gonna tell his shit friends and they'll think I'm as weak as I really fucking am.
It's my only option though. He fucking found me out. And he's the only one for some gay ass reason that won't fucking judge me.
I also fucking trust him. Which is also complete shit, because he's a fucking nerd that thinks he can look down on me.
But I do. So I'm asking that shitty nerd for help. I'll fucking drag him out of class once it starts.
I want to talk to Kirishima. He's the only person in the entire fucking world that I give a shit about. But fuck him, also.
All of this shit is still his fault. He didn't need to be a fag, it's a choice. It's fucking disgusting.
The old fucking hag would beat me to death if I were gay. Which I'm not, so no fucking problem anyways.
Right.
I've been taught my entire life how awful it is to be gay, it's disgusting. My hag of a mother wouldn't approve.
Right.
Shit. The bell fucking rang. I'm running to class but I'm still late. Running to class is shit.
When you run to class you turn corners too quickly and run into fucking fags. Like Shitty Hair. I ran into Shitty Hair.
"Get the fuck away from me, don't touch me, you fucking faggot."
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Kirishima POV
That word rang in my ears and literally shattered my entire being. I collapsed on the floor and he stepped over me and continued to class.
It echoed in my head, a piercing feeling, burning in my throat, my eyes watering. I can't fucking do this. Please. —
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Midoriya POV
We were about 2 minutes into class before Kacchan walked in, seeming even angrier than normal.
Before I knew it, he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me outside of class. Of course Aizawa wasn't happy with this, but I was dragged into his dorm.
"Uhm, Kacchan?" I whispered shakily, reasonably worried for my own safety. "Shut the fuck up, damned nerd!"
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Bakugo POV
"Deku." I growled. I plopped onto my bed and fell flat on my back before rolling onto my face and screaming into a pillow.
"K-Kacchan?" Deku whispered, almost sounding like he was concerned. I won't let that pitiful excuse of a hero in training worry about me. I can take care of myself.
Okay. I can normally take care of myself. But fuck, maybe not right now. Damn it. Damn it.
"Deku." I repeated, just slightly softer. This time, he didn't flinch.
"You're a piece of shit, okay? I'm more than you'll ever be as a hero. Got that?"
He sighed, and nodded. "I know you feel that way, you've been telling me our whole lives, but I—"
"But I'm not fucking better than you at everything." I cringed as I said it. But it's true.
"Kacchan? What're you talking about..?" He muttered, before sitting his bag down and making himself at home at my desk.
"People. Relationships, social interaction, emotions or whatever, all that pointless shit that gets in the way." I said, sitting back up and looking him in his overwhelmingly unappealing big green eyes.
"That's what you're good at, Deku." I snarled, rolling my eyes and leaning my head on my hand.
"What are you getting at? I know you've been having problems with your emotions and all, but—"
"Hah? No shit! What, are you trying to pity me, huh, Deku?" I snapped.
"N-no, Kacchan! Nothing like that, I promise! I was just wondering if maybe you needed.. help?" He finished. I nearly cost the school hundreds in damage repairs for the dorms, but I honestly wouldn't have brought it up on my own, so...
"Don't say shit, Deku! I don't need your shitty help! All I need is for someone to figure out all of these damned feelings for me so they don't mess with my hero work, got it?"
Deku choked back a laugh, which infuriated me, but he can't help me if he's, you know. Not here.
"Deku, shut your damned mouth before I kill you, alright?" I huffed. Damn him.
"Kacchan, here's my advice. First off, this can't be resolved in one period, so we're gonna have to keep talking about this okay? Second, don't take everything aunt Mitsuki says to heart. I've gotta get to class, though." He answered, smiling sort of sadly. Tch.
"I'm going to sleep." I whispered, and flopped down on the bed, covering myself in blankets.
"Yeah, okay. It's 3:30, but have a nice nap, Kacchan. You need it." He chuckled, and then he was off. Damned Deku.
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