Bakugou Katsuki's Quandary 101

"Deku."

"Oh, hey Kacchan!"

"Listen, I'm not in the mood to play games with you, Deku. Remove this shitty string right off me and I'll let this one slide for now."

"What string, Kacchan?" Katsuki took a deep breath, he's definitely not in the mood to deal with this peculiar feeling that the latter kept on making him feel.

Just when he was about to answer, an immediate realization abruptly entered his mind forcefully, making him stiffened at his stance. He stared at his pinky, then right back at Izuku's pinky, then back at his. Why was that string too damn long when he was at their room and when he came closer at Izuku, it became too damn short?

"What the fuck."

Or,

An au where Katsuki saw a bright red string hanging between his and Izuku's pinky and the rollercoaster ride of emotions that string made him feel.

》first published at my ao3 account.

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