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If you asked Izuku how he had gotten to this point he wouldn't be able to answer. One moment he was calmly watching Kacchan and Kirishima chat with jealousy curling heavily in his gut and in the next he was sitting on top of the red-haired boy. Straddling his chest between his strong thighs with blood covering his fists as he punched him in the face repeatedly.

Izuku could hear screaming and shouting surrounding him as he continued to hit the boy over and over and over again. Blood continued to splatter all over him and it coated the floor underneath the both of them. 

He didn't know what he was doing. How had he gotten to this point? What exactly had happened that made him so angry that nothing in this moment could possibly stop him from beating the ever-loving shit out of Kirishima. The happy-go-lucky scarlet-haired boy from class 1-A, that was just oh so nice to everyone and anyone, even Kacchan . 

He didn't know what to do with himself. All he could think about was the pure unaltered rage consuming his entire being as he looked at the beaten and bruised boy that lay there beneath him. 

At first, he tried to fight back against Izuku’s punches, tried to block the hits flying at him so fast that he couldn't even blink. Izuku hadn't even given him enough time to even think of trying to use his quirk to stop the assault. Kirishima's faint efforts didn't do much against the pure strength the freckled boy had and couldn't do anything against the possessive anger that he held behind every punch that had been thrown at him viciously.

Everyone there was frozen in shock not believing their eyes as they watched the scene playing out before them. One moment Midoriya had been sitting quietly with his friends smiling before turning around and looking at his victim. His friends hadn't even noticed that anything was off about the boy before he had sprung out of the spot on the floor where he had been sitting beforehand and marched away from where he had once sat. 

Some of them had never even seen the smiling face of Midoriya mad before and they definitely hadn't thought they would ever see him pummel another classmate maliciously let alone Kirishima Eijirou of all people.

Although there was one boy who had seen this look on Izuku’s face many times before. He'd grown up with the other their entire childhood, how could he have ever not seen him so mad before? Most would think with their past that Katsuki would be on the receiving end of this look more often than not but no. 

Surprisingly the blonde had never ever been on the receiving end of Deku’s rage before. He'd only witnessed it being thrown at others instead, even during times when you think it should be justified that he should at least have the boy get mad at him, no, never. Deku is just a different person when it comes to Katsuki. When he had told the green-haired boy to jump off of the roof of their middle school, he had turned to him and stared at him dead in the eyes asking if that was what he really wanted Deku to do. Katsuki had scoffed at him, brushing off the words watching as Deku’s wide eyes stared into his patiently for a long moment. Eventually, the boy had given him a big, wide grin and grabbed his hand, skipping out of the classroom happily with the blonde in tow trailing along behind him.

Although, he really hadn’t been expecting Deku to fly off the rails out of nowhere today after training. Sure, Katsuki had known that the boy was jealous of Kirishima but he didn't think it was this bad, yeesh, the blonde barely even talks to that sad excuse for a rock. Not that Katsuki's surprised at all by the outburst, no, not in the slightest. He just hadn't been expecting it, which of course is pretty dumb in hindsight considering that pube-headed fucks track record when it comes to shit like this.

Being fully aware of just how angry and possessive the boy was over him, people would really think that he would be wary of his little stalker and try to put a stop to it immediately but see- Katsuki wasn't normal in any sort of way so he didn't. He didn't care what Deku did and he really didn't care who the boy decided to beat up and punish for Katsuki's sake. Whether or not he was aware that Katsuki knew that he did this, he wasn't completely sure but Katsuki really couldn't be bothered. 

Sure, Deku was a stalker but he'd always been followed around by the twerp. It wasn't anything new in the slightest and if you thought the jealousy was a new thing either, you were dead wrong. Even as snot-nosed brats, Deku had gotten his panties in a twist the moment Katsuki had decided he had wanted to play with someone else for a day or when the other kids had begun to call him Kacchan because they had heard the dweeb say it here and there.

Every time Katsuki had turned around he would find the boy following behind him at every twist and turn that came in their life together. That certain look of adoration and awe of his that had always resided in those green eyes each and every single time he'd ever looked in Katsuki's direction throughout the years. 

Another look he was very accustomed to was the jealous, possessive glint that would glisten those large all-encompassing eyes, hardening them into an abrasive glare. Katsuki knew exactly what it looked like and couldn't help but recognize it any time he ended up seeing it, leaving the blonde nowhere near surprised about the fact that Deku despised Shitty hair so much. However, this well-known fact hadn't seemed to have dawned upon the surplus of idiots in their class, which leaves them to wonder: why his childhood friend could possibly be currently trying to turn the shark-toothed extra of their class' face into a pile of spaghetti.

Now, also considering how Katsuki was slightly if barely kind of fond of that one certain moron in their class, you might think that Katsuki would possibly step in and stop the fight happening in front of him, right? He's not. If Deku felt like he had to beat the shit out of Shitty hair, who was he to step in and stop him?

Deku gets a few more hits in and Shitty hair's head hits the ground below him with a dissonant thud as the boy seated on top of him is suddenly yanked off by the hands of some of the losers in their class. The freckled nerd struggles against their arms trying to jump back at the knocked-out boy laying on the floor wheezing, bloody and bruised beyond belief. Nonetheless, against the strong arms of his classmates, he doesn't manage to escape from their grasp. 

He doesn't think the nerd was angry enough to try to seriously fight anyone else but Shitty hair though because he doesn't attempt to use one for all in the struggle or cause an even bigger scene. He grunts and huffs angrily for a while more before he looks up and makes eye contact with Katsuki. As they stare at one another the fight leaves Deku's body immediately, his cunning eyes searching Katsuki's in that moment.

He apparently finds what he wanted to see because he smiles earnestly at him, his eyes scrunching up in delight. The normally somewhat innocent smile makes him look batshit crazy mixed with the blood that'd splashed across his cheeks in the fight along with the battered body laying at his feet.

And as mad as it sounds Katsuki thought that smile was stunning on Deku, blood and all, as it always is whenever Katsuki sees the boy trying to stake his claim on him. Although he'd never admit that he thought that to anyone ever, particularly Deku himself. The little piece of shit would get cocky if the idea that he had anything over Katsuki managed to worm its way into his thick ass skull, it was frustrating enough to deal with him already without Katsuki having admitted that out loud to him.

In their shared moment, the people around them shout at Deku for an explanation for what had just happened and others run to the boy on the floor in panic. Katsuki would look over to see how he was doing after facing Deku head-on but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the twinkle of hidden satisfaction swirling in the cesspool of Deku's molten eyes, extras around them berating the boy for assaulting a fellow classmate.

He watches silently as the nerd begins to blubber and make his breath hitch, if Katsuki didn't know any better he'd actually believe the scene he was witnessing. Deku plays all of them like a fiddle, lying and making up excuses for the sad excuse of a fistfight he had just partaken in not even five seconds ago. 

Soon after Glasses runs back into the off to the side training area they had all been situated beforehand with Aizawa at his side. The bearded man's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Shitty hair's prone form strung across the floor and Deku's blooded clothing but soon after his eyes harden as he steps forwards.

"Midoriya." he grits out, scowling deeply at Deku. The boy’s face remains the same with the exception of a specific glint to his eye and then his face contorts further into a scared, teary-eyed expression before turning around to face their teacher.

Katsuki knows that glint in Deku's eyes. He's got a story already planned out, and he's going to get away with what had just happened; Katsuki knows that he's going to, and so does Deku. He'd always gotten away with his stunts in the past. It's why everyone thinks that he's such an innocent puppy-eyed sack of shit and that Katsuki's the devil incarnated even though they're the exact same at the heart of it all.

The green-haired boy knows how to get away with his scheming, and how to get others to join his side either of their own volition or not. While Katsuki is more about his true emotions (well his anger and pride anyways), and how he goes about doing things overall.

Big wet tears roll down Deku’s face painting his eyes red along with his face making it flushed. Snot also makes its way down his face, further adding to the pathetic kicked puppy look he knows Deku was going for with the tear fest happening right now. He watches him blindly look around in mock panic before letting his calculating green eyes land on the figure of the boy laying on the floor that's surrounded by people.

“Oh my god..” he babbles out, choking on the imaginary lump in his throat. The act makes the arms around him loosen up and taking this opportunity Deku leaps from the group hastily making his way back over to where he had been before previously. He drops in distress to his knees by Kirishima's side and reaches out to him but doesn’t touch, hovering his hands above the boy, seemingly scared to touch him.

He whips his head to the side and makes eye contact with Raccoon eyes beside him, who’s staring at him baffled at a loss for words. He cries silently at her before attempting to talk again. “W-what happened to him!? Did the villain get to him!?”

The girl looks even more stumped once he speaks up working his way past the faux emotion bubbling in his throat. He stares at her desperately, his eyes watering up and spilling over onto his cheeks in big globs. 

Katsuki watches as the pink girl searches for words trying to understand what was happening. She opens her mouth and bobs it open like a fish in utter confusion. Not satisfied with how Pinky's just sitting there staring at him in silence, Deku impatiently changes course and moves onto Aizawa who's standing above him. “What happened, Aizawa-sensei?”

The man stares at Deku silently with furrowed brows before squatting down beside Shitty hair, crouching down to eye level with the distressed boy sitting in front of him before finally speaking up.

“I’m trying to figure out the same thing right now, kid. What do you think happened?”

The teen looks at him for a long while, his expression fuzzy showing off just how hard he was trying to gather what had just happened. His confused eyes roam over the prone body of the scarlet-haired boy and he lets his eyes roam across the room taking in the expressions of the other children in the room staring at him with a multitude of emotions showing across their faces. Most of them being pity which is exactly what Deku wants. 

His eyes make their way back to their hobo of a teacher as he clenches his hands silently. ‘Just now’ feeling the blood on his hands from the squeezing, he looks down and sees the red painted across his scarred hands along with the wounds littering the backs of his knuckles from them splitting from the amount of force he had put behind his punches earlier.

His eyes widen as he takes in the state of his hands, “Wha-” 

Deku’s head whips up to Aizawa looking extremely lost and frenzied from the scene he’d just seen around the room and on himself, the evidence of what exactly had happened in the past ten minutes.

“I- I don’t understand… I saw a villain! I really did! He was going around and hurting my classmates, threatening everyone! I swear! But everyone was just so close! I didn’t want to hurt anyone so I couldn’t use my quirk!” Deku continues breathlessly trying to explain himself, starting to hyperventilate in panic as he explains his side of the situation misty-eyed.

Their teacher listens to his words calmly and eventually motions for Glasses to come over and asks him to take someone with him to bring Shitty hair to the Old bitch’s office. Wanting to have the boy being taken care of and not on the floor while he tries to figure out what had happened here. Once Four eyes and Pinky drag the unconscious boy out of the room, Aizawa once again turns back to Deku who's sitting on the floor weeping into his hands with blood smeared across his face haphazardly from the tears and constant wiping of his face. 

Katsuki had to admit that Deku was one hell of an actor. One really wouldn't think that the fight was deliberate if you saw him sobbing and whimpering on his knees like this. Honestly, you'd be more likely to think that the fucker was the one who got beat up so bad he couldn't move instead of it being the other way around.

Apparently, the extras got tired of watching Deku's little display because Round face rushes over and hugs the green-haired boy tightly, also now starting to tear up right along with him. He cries and hugs her back continuing to blubber incoherent words into her shoulder. While soaking her t-shirt he decides to peek over her shoulder and look at Katsuki again. His eyes twinkling mischievously as he squints happily at the blonde watching Deku's manipulation play out. Tears still roll down his face and he sniffles loudly, almost daring Katsuki to just try and speak up.

The blonde in question scoffs and scowls, rolling his eyes at Deku showing him just how unamused he is with the boy's swift change of the situation at hand. Having had enough of watching the twerp's performance for now, he makes his way past the gathering of half-wit jackasses and turns around the corner that heads towards the exit to this damn place.

No one even notices Katsuki walk by too focused on Deku wailing and mewling about what had happened and how he doesn't even know why Shitty hair had gotten so beaten up during training that he had to be carried out of the room. At those words he can't help but have an abrupt laugh burst out from his mouth, Katsuki getting a kick out of the blatant lie that had come out of Deku's mouth. He shakes his head in amusement but he's too far away for any of them to turn around enraged at him for laughing considering what had happened to 'both' of their classmates.

It's almost comical just how much Deku uses Pink cheeks to cover up all of his bullshit. The girl doesn't even have a clue of what's happening either. It probably helps that he's gotten her so goddamn overprotective of him to the point where she might as well be the one who had shat him out of her instead of Auntie Inko.

She's also as stubborn as a goddamn mule, once you've got that bitch on your side there’s no chance of anyone else trying to get her to fuck you over. Whenever Deku's got her to prance her way into his hold, she snaps and defends his side with every single inch and fiber of her being. It's pathetic, really.

Katsuki especially doesn't like the girl because of how easy it was for Deku to get his sticky hands on her. She has no fucking clue who Deku really is and for how much she claims to be his best friend and know him oh so well she doesn't actually know shit about him or she wouldn't jump to his aide at even the mention of tears coming from the boy. 

Anyone who can get that fucking easily manipulated by that conniving bastard isn't worth two shits and doesn't deserve to even pop up on Katsuki's radar. While their teacher might be way smarter than her ditzy ass, he still isn't on Katsuki's good side. He might've defended Katsuki when he had gotten kidnapped by those villain losers but he still gets played by Deku constantly.

He shoves his hands into his pockets and strolls towards the dorms so he can finally take a shower, try to relax, and not have to worry about everyone that's going to bitch at him about Deku's bullshit come morning or hell this evening if he's really unlucky.

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Katsuki stayed in his room all evening only coming out quickly for about ten minutes to snatch the dinner the extras had managed to scrounge up before retreating back to his room, plate in hand, thankfully not running into anyone on his way back upstairs.

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Chatter surrounds him from all sides as everyone loudly yammers away about what had happened yesterday in the side gym. The few that had been there explaining to the others around them what exactly had gone down between Shitty hair and Deku.

Noticing the lack of eyes staring at the back of his head, Katsuki's positive that Deku probably got a couple of days of house arrest either as punishment or to get himself together so something like his 'lucid nightmare' nonsense doesn't happen again. Not that he actually gives a shit about where the nerd is, of course.

The day overall is very boring without the presence of the only two people he actually willingly talks to, ignoring the fact that all he usually does is shout at and insult the both of them. Pinky and Dunce face tried to talk to him a couple of times throughout the day but after the clipped, aggressive responses they get in turn without either of the two missing boys acting as a buffer, the two quickly give up and go back to talking to Soy sauce and Ears over at Dunce's desk.

Huffing angrily, he curses Deku for acting up and getting so jealous about shit he shouldn't even be getting jealous about. If the dipshit didn't start shit then Katsuki wouldn't have to sit here for hours upon hours dying of boredom. At least when the freckled fuck was here he got to do something and if that wasn't bad enough for some reason Round face wants to pick a fight with him once again for what has to be the hundredth time. He can feel the weight of her eyes digging into the side of his skull from her seat across the room by the door. When Katsuki does glance over at her form he can see her bug-eyed little glare of hers that isn't in any way intimidating.

He doesn't even know what he did this time to make the brown-haired girl angry and there's one hundred percent, no way Deku said anything to her either, considering what he had done yesterday with Shitty hair. 

If her staring problem wasn't annoying enough she's been defending Deku's honor to the max all day fucking long, practically barking at anyone who dares insinuate that the fight had been on purpose and not a bad accident. Katsuki obviously doesn't say otherwise, not wanting to have her start flipping tables and throwing chairs but also because it wasn't anyone's business in the first place besides his and Deku's just like 80% of the shit their class loves to stick their noses in time and time again.

He doesn't even know why he's bothering in even wasting any thought on Round face's stupid ass, petty, Nerd obsessed shit she seems to get a kick out of doing constantly. 

He couldn't wait for this day to be fucking over already.

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Katsuki hasn't heard hide nor hair from either of the two boys by the time school ends and he's headed back to his dorm room. He kicks his feet on the dirt beneath his feet trying to give himself something to do in the walk.

When he reaches the front doors the blonde huffs angrily and rolls his eyes before ripping the door open and marching up to the elevator. Once inside he slams his hand on the button for the fourth floor impatiently, waiting for the machine to hurry up and go upwards to his floor already. When the doors finally open he hurries out and quickly throws his bag into his room before stomping over to the room beside his. Raising his arm, he bangs on the door as hard as he can causing a booming noise to come from under his calloused fist as it thuds against the door.

Katsuki can hear Deku rummaging around the room calling for him to wait a moment but he continues abusing the wood of the door until it opens up for him, revealing the person inside.

"What!?" The boy snaps at him before the door is even open all the way but as soon as those green eyes meet red, his eyes soften and he calms down, forgetting the door incident immediately.

"What's up, Kacchan? I wasn't really expecting you to come over right now."

Deku smiles up at him innocently after he finishes fumbling for words, a nervous blush dusting over his freckled cheeks. The blonde stares down at him examining the boy in front of him thoroughly. For a moment Katsuki half-heartedly plays around with the thought of how Deku had snapped at him thinking he was someone else. Now that would be a no go for his little pity act at the moment. The shit was lucky it was Katsuki at the door and not someone else but it probably wouldn't matter because he'd get Pink Cheeks to go cry at them anyways.

"Why weren't you in class, Shithead? You ditching?"

Those doe eyes widen at the words and his hands shoot up waving in denial. "No! No, no, no! I wouldn't skip, Kacchan! Aizawa-sensei is making me go on a mental health break after what happened yesterday!" 

Katsuki fights a smile at the nervousness and leans on the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. Observant eyes flicker downwards and watch the movement pausing to stare at his chest as it's pushed up by the motion. He rolls his eyes at the typical stalker behavior and opens up his mouth. "I figured you'd get away with beating the stuffing outta Shitty hair with all your blubbering and snot running down your face and shit. Especially, since you had Pink cheeks all over you like some feral dog."

Deku watches him in silence not even reacting to his crude words and Katsuki knows that if it was anyone else saying that he'd be on his knees kissing ass by now (not that he wasn't already doing that to Katsuki 24/7 anyways in the first place). But Katsuki wasn't anyone else so all he does is watch him with ease, making no indication of going to try and deny the statement, amused as he smiles up at the blonde.

They stare at each other for a moment observing the other’s movements quietly in an unspoken staring contest. Deku eventually looks off to the side, baring his neck to Katsuki and admitting defeat. He doesn't speak up to say anything either, he just looks off peeking in his direction here and there and Katsuki can see those long dark green eyelashes perfectly from this view of the boy as they rest above his eyes, occasionally moving every once in a while to blink.

To anyone else this honestly would look pretty weird if they were to go on the floor considering they're practically standing in the middle of the hallway in front of Deku’s door that's wide open, doing- whatever this is, but he really couldn't care at the moment. He couldn't give a single shit what anyone really thought but the curly-haired boy currently in front of him.

The two of them are in their own world sharing a moment Katsuki doesn't want to admit to himself is even happening. The tension in the air around them thickens until it's all he can think about. He can practically taste it in the air between them, barely breathing in its heavy presence as it shrouds them. 

Katsuki's gaze hasn't left Deku once since he had first gotten a look at the boy. Deku just had this air about him that always ends up sucking Katsuki in no matter what. It's probably why he hasn't ended up ditching or even killing him by now. Taking in this fact he immediately notices when viridian eyes glance back over at him for a final time, gleaming with possibilities. 

A scarred hand raises out towards him carefully and Katsuki takes no chance to slap it away as it slowly inches closer. The boy looks at him again and again, switching from his arm to his eyes, searching for any sign of the slightest discomfort coming from the blonde.

Eventually, the hand makes contact, the tips of Deku's fingertips lightly brushing against his skin causing goosebumps to arise, his hair standing on end at the gentle touch. Katsuki tears his eyes away from dark skin that's littered with freckles and looks down watching Deku lightly brush his hand against his skin, intimately, like a complete weirdo.

"What are you doing?" He asks softly, not demanding a response for once. Not daring to even try to attempt raising his voice beyond that point, scared of ruining the moment and having it slip through his fingers akin to sand or water. Frightened of possibly making Deku run away like one would a stray animal; Frightened of having those green calculating eyes disappear along with warm hands leaving him standing there, cold, staring at a closed door.

Katsuki isn't even quite sure why he's afraid of managing to even scare Deku off. Being able to even pull that off would be a rather remarkable feat to accomplish on its own. It's Deku. The boy who's had a permanent self-appointed place at his side since they were still scavenging the playground sandbox for beetles and lost All Might trading cards. He couldn't make Deku leave him alone if he wanted too, Katsuki had no say in if the boy was going to hang around or not.

Deku doesn't answer him though, he just smiles coyly with that exact smile he had seen yesterday and the same one he's always seen on Deku when looking his way. It's soft and closed masking his teeth as it pulls up at the soft corners of his mouth. Making his eyes squint slightly in a way that's uniquely Deku in every single way it could ever possibly could be. 

Katsuki can feel rough fingers swirling patterns into his skin and he doesn't know what the hell is happening. He honestly doesn't even know why he had such a strong urge to storm into Deku's room and do something - what was he going to do? He doesn't know, Katsuki just had to come here for some odd reason. Was it the push and pull of their relationship once again pulling him by a string back to Deku's side?

He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, his head falling forwards slightly to bring him closer to the boy. His eyes flutter open as his hair brushes against the other's curls making his scalp tingle, sending a shock down his spine at the feeling of his hair slightly moving.

"You know that Shitty hair's just going to come back and bother me, right?" 

He's not touching Deku directly but he can feel in the air how he tenses, his mood instantly changing with the drop of a hat. His hand stops moving, falling down to rest on his forearm, and a sharp breath sounds from him. The boy stands there frozen before he clenches his arm aggressively, pulling his body closer to his smaller one.

Katsuki grimaces at the hold but he was expecting Deku to get angry, that's why he had brought it up to him in the first place. There really was no ignoring what happened yesterday with the redhead, the extras could for all he cared but that act was for Shitty hair to learn where his place was. It was Deku showing his keep, his claim on Katsuki in a more physical way so the Knumbskull would finally get what he was putting down. Or at least that's what Katsuki thought Deku was doing.

Deku's looking at him in that possessive way of his, his eyes dark and toxic. The anger and possessiveness swimming in such a disorienting way inside of the toxic green pool of the boy's eyes.

"No, he won't."

Katsuki's eyebrows furrow at the boy, he doesn’t seem to get that the fucking dumbass will come and bother Katsuki no matter what. Shitty hair has fucking imprinted on him or something. Deku can't just beat him up every time he looks in Katsuki's vicinity. Eventually, people are going to catch on and he's gonna get his ass kicked out of UA and if the beating he did earlier had to say anything about how those other times will go down. Shitty hair's so thick-headed that he wouldn't catch that Katsuki is the stem of why the freckled shithead was so pissy if it hit him in-between the fucking eyes.

He sighs, exasperated, and fixes a glare at Deku. He grabs Deku’s arms and holds onto them in a tight grip similar to the way Deku was holding him and leans in close. Katsuki can feel the boy's breath fanning across his face in the close proximity but he pushes his thoughts about that to the side.

"Deku, you-" 

The elevator at the end of the hall opens with a clang and the both of them snap their heads towards the noise, wide-eyed and feeling caught. They watch as the six-armed fucker walks into their floor, staring back at the two of them as they stand there holding each other barely a couple of inches apart from their counterpart. 

The green-haired boy in his arms quickly sobers up, his anger fading away in seconds as he smiles crookedly and makes eye contact with the large figure of the weirdo who also shares their floor. Deku however doesn't say anything and just stares, holding on to Katsuki tightly as if he were challenging the boy to say or do anything about it. The way the masked kid keeps staring at the both of them while Deku clings onto him, glaring, makes him uneasy so he snaps and snarls at the taller boy at the end of the hall threateningly.

Katsuki then pushes Deku away from him agitated and pauses in his haste to look at the boy silently. He gazes into those green eyes for the millionth fucking time in their short encounter, unable to stop himself from the action. The tension once again builds as he peers down at him, the extra is watching them confused as he tries to figure out what he had just walked into and Deku meets him, his doe-ish beady eyes making Katsuki feel completely and wholly transparent as he watches the blonde once again.

Incredibly uncomfortable with the intimacy of it all, he quickly rips his gaze away, the air around them dissipating instantly leaving no room for Katsuki to get caught in Deku's orbit again (like he could ever get away from it in the first place). Before hastily turning around rushing towards the elevator doors past the douche bag who’s still fucking standing there, what a creep, and quickly escapes the floor. Successfully getting away from Deku and all of the earth tilting bullshit that comes along with being near him. Getting rid of the feelings that arise around the Sneaky fuck temporarily, as he focuses on just getting away as far as he possibly could at the moment.

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Another day of the vacancy. Another day of the gap in his day taking over his mind and making him hyper-aware of the emptiness in the space Deku should be but isn't. Another day of no creepy emerald green eyes and another day of Deku's little plaything not knowing her place either, constantly shoving her ugly ass nose where it doesn't belong.

Round face stares and glares throughout the day, not even bothering to have the decency to look away when Katsuki gets tired of it and turns around to peer back at her menacingly.

He can't fucking stand her.

Round face has a way of grinding and hopping on his nerves in a way not many have before. He doesn't know what it is with her and it certainly isn't just the way she's Deku's little puppet on strings. There's something else about the girl that just utterly pisses him off in a way he can't even begin to describe.

At the thought of Deku, he spirals off and begins thinking about yesterday and the way the green-haired boy had smiled and rubbed his rough fingers across his arm in calm soothing motions. Thought about the bruising grip he had on his arm at even the mention of Shitty hair talking to and engaging with Katsuki, the familiar possessiveness held behind that grasp at the thought of someone daring to attempt challenging his place at Katsuki's side.

Honestly, if someone were to ask Katsuki what Deku and him were to each other, he wouldn't be able to answer them. Their relationship was so strangely complex and barred off with thread cautioning others against wandering into the profundity of it all in fear of what they might find within its midst.

Their relationship was laced carefully and meticulously with red twine that kept the both of them held together and stable in a morbid tightrope of balance. They raised each other up, steadying and supporting one another in a way no one else could ever come close to doing. No one could possibly derail or hinder the way they worked without meeting with at least one of their wraths, they would go down fighting for the connection shared between them as much as Katsuki hated to admit it.

Things were extremely complicated and extremely twisted between them but neither could bring themself to care. To care about the ethics of it all or how it all affected the others around them because it was their story to act out and bestow upon the extras that buzzed around them like bugs to the light. They were gods milling with the regular folk of their own creations, fate in their hands, each breath of their own changing the tides of everything surrounding the two.

A meticulous waltz for two extremely fucked up boys that had started all with the keen watching eyes of a little frizzy-haired boy hiding in the bushes. A little boy with scraped knees bursting with excitement at the sight of a very cocky three and a half year old bossing the other children in their neighborhood around at his own amusement.

Katsuki remembers what had happened after that certain curly-haired tyke had finally gathered the courage to actually talk to him for the first time. He had seen Deku hiding in the bushes and behind trees for weeks before he had actually spoken to him but he hadn't bothered mentioning his avid fan to anyone before he'd decided to reveal himself to Katsuki.

The only person he ever mentioned the enthusiastic watching to had been Deku himself when Katsuki had asked why it took him so long to actually talk to him and he could remember the face of astonishment and adoration he had had on his face. The expression on his face when he realized that Katsuki had seen him when no one else had.

He also knows all too well how wrong everyone's perception of their intricate relationship was. They all look at their carefully crafted masks and assume that's how they tick when in reality they are an old well-oiled machine fueled by the idea of ownership and mutual obsession. 

No one sees the way Deku has him gripped tightly in his grasp, his hold unrelenting in any kind of way. The both of them, Kacchan and Deku, are held together by the unshakeable bond that binds them tightly together. They function as a whole, never one without the other and it's always been that way and trying to escape would only have you thrown back into the other's arms all the more vigorously.

Katsuki at the green-haired boy's beck and call, hanging on tight in anticipation to the vague promise of those tempting words as Deku anticipates his in turn.

The clock in the front of the classroom ticks and he's grounded back to reality, his attention being immediately brought to the brown-haired girl staring her way into his soul as if trying to dissect him with her eyes. The bell signaling the end of the class period rings throughout the classroom and everyone starts leaving the classroom one by one for lunch, eventually leaving the two of them alone in the room as the door shuts closed behind them.

Feeling eyes digging into the back of his head, Katsuki marches over to the other side of the room quickly, his anger steadily boiling over and filling his mind. Once close enough he sweeps his leg and slams his foot into the leg chair closest to him as the girl is scooting it back to get up and leave.

Round face drops back into the chair from the abrupt kick and tumbles backward from the pure force of how hard the blonde had kicked the chair a second time to push it back into the table in front of her. She looks dumbfounded but quickly sobers up and cranes her head to meet his eyes, her ears practically smoking from the rage building up inside her pudgy body.

He stares at her apathetically, not caring much for her little display of whatever this shit was. Not amused, he decides to kick her chair again, grinning at the flabbergasted noise that escapes her lips in response. Thrumming the string of that sadistic part of him, he kicks her desk in this time instead making her fall onto the table as it pushes roughly into her stomach.

Finally breaking away from the petty silent treatment she had going on towards him, the girl speaks up, the resentment practically radiating from her voice as she growls and snaps at him. 

"What do you want?"

The blonde looks at her blankly, taking in the narrowed eyes that barely hide the popping out of the skull effect they had. Her little fingernail-width eyebrows that furrow down as far as they could, creating wrinkles in between the space above her flat bridgeless nose. Her lips crane down grotesquely and the girl's gigantic cheeks are flushed bright red in anger as she glowers up at his tall form.

Katsuki adjusts himself and pulls up his sagging pants briefly before plopping down on her desk narrowly avoiding her stubby hands as she yanks them away quickly in revulsion. He chuckles at her derisively and leans down before talking, "Do you have a fucking staring problem or something?"

"What are you talking about?" The girl answers faking innocence like she hasn't been drilling holes through his head for the past two days. Unamused, he stares at her making her just how aware of how fucking stupid he thinks she is. Katsuki sucks on his teeth in annoyance, making a loud 'tsk' noise before opening his mouth.

"Let me rephrase then, what the fuck is your problem? Why have you been staring at me for two days straight like I've run over your fucking dog in front of you or some shit?"

Round face at being called out so candidly sits there glaring at him apparently not having anything to say. He can feel his anger starting to climb at the unwilling nature of this girl. How fucking hard was it to answer a simple fucking question? He wondered in an honest to god loss of words.

In anger, he slams his fist down onto the desk rattling the object and almost making him topple off himself. Ignoring his loss of balance he grips the edge of the table with both hands and leans even more forwards so he's up in Round face's face. 

He sneers at her, his lip curling in disgust above his gums. "You're really starting to piss me off."

In response, she doesn't even bat an eye at the behavior, not even a flinch. This reaction just pisses him off, even more, it irks him that this extra thinks she can stare at him like fucking Deku on crack and then not even react when he eventually bites back at her nettlesome ass.

"That won't work on me, Bakugou." The brunette hisses, crossing her arms over her chest sternly.

The ire she starts blatantly displaying makes him somewhat settle down and begin to find the situation comical. Katsuki huffs and bites his bottom lip to hide the crude smile that had begun to spread across his face. He licks his teeth, absentmindedly before starting to nod at her words mockingly. 

"Oh yeah, and what is that?"

She frowns and he smiles in response cockily, his canines peeking out cheekily along with him adding to the jeering.

The frown eventually turns into a scowl as she looks up at him as displeased as he had previously been a few moments ago but her quickly rising anger fills him with jubilant glee. He couldn't hide his satisfaction at the turn of the scenario if he wanted to, his malevolent grin far too wide to even attempt to conceal now.

Her face darkens even more with every second he continues to might as well be cackling at her. She quickly breaks under the pressure of the ridiculing, her voice booming in a yell as she jumps from her chair with a clatter and stands up. Situating herself so she's all up in his face where he's perching from on her desk. She points her finger in his face condescendingly like his mother had done when he was younger.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, so don't try to act like you don't! You might push Deku around but you are not going to push me around like you do him also! He's too blind to see what you do but I'm not Deku, Bakugou!"

He stares at her finger in disdain while she's screaming his ears off, only half-listening to her rant as she goes on and on with her deafening screeching. When the girl is finally done with her jabber he scoffs at her jestfully, amused at how innocent she manages to see the little twerp. 

Round face really doesn't know Deku at all considering all the shit she constantly spouts about how wonderful and innocent he is and how he shoots rainbows out of his arsehole but he isn't surprised in the slightest, that's why she's the green-haired boy's favorite toy. The only issue is how she seems to want to blame the jagged pieces of the boy's actual personality that peek out on occasion on Katsuki and how he acts.

Which isn't his fault at all, by the way, Katsuki might not stop Deku when he's in that jealous rage of his but that doesn't mean it's on him. The Shithead is just way too possessive over him and doesn't like when extras get too close to what's his. It also isn't his fault when Katsuki might, hypothetically, mention someone he doesn't like to Deku just to watch it all go down afterwards but that's Deku's fault that he can't handle not flipping his shit over stupid ass bullshit. Katsuki has nothing to do with what happens after he lets the freckled shit loose.

Katsuki knocks the girl's finger out from in front of his face and sits up straighter so he's taller than her before he speaks, "So, Deku." He stares at her unamused and raises an eyebrow before continuing on. "Deku's the reason why you're throwing a pissy fit at me? Whatever that dumb fuck decides to do isn't on me, ya'know."

"I know that! I'm talking about how you can't leave him alone!"

Katsuki lets out an abrupt dumbstruck laugh as soon as the words leave her mouth. He honestly cannot believe that she actually believes that, how can someone be so blind!? He jumps down off of the desk and stands next to Round face, towering over her by at least almost a foot.

"What!? Me !? I can't leave Deku alone!? Are you fucking stupid or do you have shit for brains because that was a complete load of shit I just heard you accuse me of."

Round face scoffs at him and rolls her eyes, gesturing her arms at him as if she was saying “get a load of this guy”. After doing this she turns around and grabs her bag off of the floor before stepping over to the door.

"Where do you think you're going!? We aren't done here!" Katsuki yells after her. He quickly follows her footsteps to the door where she stops and turns towards him as she grips the handle. The girl glares at him with a frown, taking a look at his tense form before meeting his eyes. "Well, excuse me, but I'm not spending my entire lunch running in circles with you ." At the end she practically spits out the “you” in revulsion, exhibiting to him exactly where her bullshit opinion of him lies.

After this, she promptly slams the door shut behind her and he can hear her fat ass feet stomping down the hallway, heading to the school cafeteria. Katsuki has half the fucking nerve to chase her down but decides against it not wanting to get in trouble with Aizawa and unlike Deku, he'll get in more than twice of it than his manipulating ass did for simply trying to instigate something.

Admitting defeat for now he turns and kicks the shit out of Pink cheeks' desk before going over and kicking Deku's also for the fun of it before turning and plopping down into his own seat afterwards. He gulps in mouthfuls of air to calm himself down as he sits, steaming. Once he's not on the verge of hunting down Round face and punching in her fucking teeth so hard her dumbass braces wouldn't be able to fix them, he pulls out a bento out of his book bag that was propped up against the wall beside him and starts shoveling food into his mouth imagining sticking her fat head on a spike and waving it around in triumph.

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When everyone walks back into the classroom for the next period Round face stares at her thrown-down desk with disdain before picking it up and setting it down on its now wobbly legs. While she's setting her things back up the girl glares at him from under her eyelashes most likely imagining strangling him to death as her desk squeaks loudly at the slightest movement of her body.

In response, Katsuki doesn't pay her any mind, not even batting an eye at her behavior as he skims his eyes lazily over her angry form and looking at all the other extras around him before settling back on his belongings. Hiding a smirk after he practically feels her light up in rage behind him.

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Katsuki's sitting at his desk tapping his pencil against the wood, impatiently waiting for the end of class to finally come. He sighs as he looks back up at the clock and finds out that there are at least a couple of minutes left of school. He watches the clock already having a hand clamped on his packed bag, waiting to run out of the class and get back to his room the moment the bell rings dismissing them.

He's been bored to death all day with his teachers going over things he already knows and Deku missing from class he's been left with absolutely nothing to focus on having to be stuck with the mess of his own thoughts. The only excitement he had gotten all day was the thing with Pink cheeks during lunch because they hadn't even gotten to do training today, meaning he didn't get to attempt to beat her ass into the ground for all the shit she decided to spew at him.

Katsuki peeks up looking through his almost white bangs, finding Round face with her stuck-up little pompous expression and her dipshit friend Toad girl staring deadpan in his direction all bug-eyed, literally. He bares his teeth in response and watches as the two recoil from him and quickly turn to each other to talk and occasionally look back at him in contempt.

The anger from earlier is quickly, quickly coming back to him reminding him just how much he fucking despises Pink cheeks and all of her little bullshit friends. His teeth grind together in anger and his jaw pulses from the strain of it as he rips his bag off of the floor to hang it over his shoulder, just completely ready to just fucking leave already and not have to deal with her or her stupid shit-eating friends that seem to always be around her.

The bell rings and he whips out of his seat and walks as fast as he can out of that small enclosed classroom deadset on going and personally making a complaint about Deku's little pawn. He might be okay with the small fry playing with people but Katsuki isn't going to tolerate his goons coming and attacking him. He stomps down the hallway, his feet thundering underneath him quickly as he hurriedly makes his way to a very familiar room. Once he arrives there Katsuki doesn't even bother to knock this time around instead he just kicks the door open and marches his way in, watching how the freckled fuck turns to him with furrowed brows, confused. 

He swiftly crosses the room with a couple strides then harshly grips Deku's face in the palm of his hand, digging his fingertips into his cheeks hard . Enough to bruise the green-haired boy as he yanks his head upwards with a sharp quick movement to look at him straight in the eyes. Deku's cheeks squish up and make his lips puff out ridiculously along with making his eyes squint from the fat being pushed up against them. While his eyebrows furrow deeper after his face is grabbed and his nose scrunches up cutely in slight annoyance but he doesn't resist the hold at all which is surprising- considering this is Katsuki holding his face like this and all, his hands being able to possibly spark at any moment but then again this is Deku he's talking about. The boy instead just brings an arm up and rests his fingers on Katsuki's wrist gently, holding on and staring up at him with patient eyes and a look of adoration he notes from all of the times before.

Annoyed by the notion, Katsuki tightens his grip, squeezing his jaw painfully, and takes in how the asshole in the palm of his hands winces in pain. The blonde smiles at him playfully for a short moment before thinking back to Round face and the little stunt she's been pulling reminding him exactly why he had come here in the first place, making his face quickly turn into heavy disdain. He allows another painful squeeze listening to Deku grunt at him before pulling his head closer towards him and moving his own body to get in the boy's ugly face. 

Their noses are almost touching from the proximity and his face twists in pure unaltered rage making his teeth grit and his lip curl up grotesquely. His nose scrunches mirroring Deku's and his eyes squint fiercely making his already sharp eyes look piercing as they gaze down at the boy beneath him. He huffs an angry breath of anger out through his nostrils adding to the heavy breathing coming from him letting him know even more that he is pissed off if the face grabbing hadn't done it for him already. The hand on his wrist that's holding the boy's face tightens slightly, not enough to hurt but to gain his attention and give what he guesses to be reassurance and whatever other gay shit Deku meant by it.

Katsuki aggressively shakes his hand swinging the dipshit around by his chin, infuriated to emphasize his point as speaks gravelly. "I am sick of your little pet, Deku."

The two meet each other's eyes and Katsuki can visibly see how the boy's eyes darken in annoyance as he finds out that fucking Round face was the reason why his Kacchan was in his room like this shaking in fury taking out his frustrations.

Katsuki brings him in even closer and tightens his grips accordingly as the tension builds, his sharp canines catching on his bottom lip as he speaks commandingly, demanding Deku's full attention at the moment.

"Keep her on a tighter leash."

The threat behind his words is painstakingly clear and the boy below him shutters, his eyelids fluttering and lowering letting his eyelashes hide the emerald green shining from behind them. His face is still puffed out from his grip but Katsuki admires the boy from up close having not moved away from the extremely close position that allows no more than the sparse air between them. Their lips are almost touching and Katsuki stares letting the both of them revel in the moment before he smiles, smug and pleased, and lets go of Deku's face.

Neither of them move away though, still stuck in that inescapable air of closeness that pierces through the both of them and Katsuki's eyes roam over the green-haired boy's face taking in the bruises slowly starting to form along his jaw and on his cheekbones and then up to the look he's giving him. The soft worshiping close of his eyelids and gleam that radiates love or some sick twisted version of it but if Katsuki were to be honest with himself knew that the look was being reflected right back at him even with how pissed off he was with Deku and that stupid bitch.

Deku's hand is still holding on to his wrist as if it were a shackle and his other hand lifts up following the other one to his light calloused skin. Katsuki stays still, not moving an inch as the scarred hand eventually makes its way across his skin and eventually to his cheek. Cradling him in the palm of his hand in a show of dominance and ownership over him, he rubs his thumb across the skin of Katsuki's cheek soothingly, and he just melts, the simple action calming him down instantly. Round face not even being close to a thought in his mind anymore just Deku. The boy consuming his thoughts in every possible way as he always seems to do time and time again.

The hand that was holding his arm also comes to find its way onto Katsuki's other cheek. Deku delicately cradles his head in between his rough hands, lovingly, a clear stark difference opposed to the way Katsuki had been holding him moments before, the violence and then soft delicacy shortly afterwards. Maybe to anyone else, this would be a major red flag and something to be terrified of and fear but this was just how they worked and no one would understand them, both alone and when they were together no one could get as close to the truth and fully embrace them and all their flaws but the two of them. They were but halves of the same soul that had been cut in two.

Katsuki's brought back to the surface as Deku leans in and his full lips graze the corner of Katsuki's, his heart rate immediately skyrocketing at the brush of his lips and the blonde can feel eyes widening. He hadn't expected this exchange to turn out with Deku once again teetering the edge of what line they had unconsciously placed at some point along the years with the sensation of Deku lightly stroking his mouth across his once again. His lips just oh so close to finally mashing against Katsuki's and allowing him to bite and suck at the chapped skin, desperately drinking the boy in.

Green is all he can see as he stares into the dark, toxic haven of Deku, his eyes shining mischievously but gleaming in barely contained anger at probably Pink cheeks. Katsuki craves his touch and he just so barely manages to not hold his breath in anticipation for the actual thing after once more getting a brief taste but Deku as always doesn't cave into the push and pull, he leans past him, his arms falling over his shoulders and clinging onto his back.

"I will. I promise, Kacchan." He rasps roughly into his ear exactly the way Katsuki likes before moving slightly down and pressing a kiss on the skin below and then another farther down on the side of his neck, his hot breath falling upon Katsuki's skin and making him shudder, his eyes falling even more half-lidded at the feeling. The blonde boy now taking on the position Deku had been in when Katsuki had been threatening his little toy, he's unable to say anything in response so he rests his head against the curls tickling his jaw and loosely raises his fingers to brush against the boy's hips, teasing. Who was he teasing you may ask? He doesn't know, perhaps himself, or Deku, maybe the both of them combined.

Deku is tapping his fingers playfully along his back as he continues to litter sensual kisses here and there, grinning into his neck taking in the feeling as he stands embracing him before he lets go, taking all of the heat from Katsuki, leaving him cold and vulnerable. He smiles up at him and trails his fingertips across his arm as he walks by, the touch soon leaving along with the short boy as he walks out of the door and shuts it behind him as he goes.

This time the ending of their conjunction goes differently however, he's been left and in a way has chased Deku off with how he had hurried off to go deal with that Pink cheeked bitch but it's not the same in the slightest. Unlike back in the hall having him leave after a moment such as the one they've just shared is different. He doesn't feel empty when Deku closes the door behind him like Katsuki had previously believed he would so he just stares.

He stares blankly at the door examining the wood and the jackets hung up behind it in a casual way of showing how lived in this room was. He looks around before walking up to the door also, he looks at the jackets briefly and immediately notices how almost more than half of them are his from looks and the smell of nitroglycerin alone. How Deku has managed to steal this much of his shit without him even noticing he has no clue but it warms him slightly in a way he can't exactly describe. Katsuki then opens the door and leaves without touching the jackets to take back what's his; he doesn't care enough to take them away from Deku.

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Izuku doesn't know what exactly Uraraka had gone and done to Kacchan in the time that he's been out of school for what happened with Kirishima after he'd crossed their little line but he's pretty pissed off. It'd be slightly more forgivable if she had just gone and done it but it was the fact that the brown-haired girl managed to piss Kacchan off so much that he had come to Izuku to get her to stop before he went and dealt with her in his own way. All of this because of another certain person crossing a fine line that had been placed by either one of them once again.

Not only did Kacchan come and confront him on it but he rammed into his room still feeling the anger and rage from what had just happened and whatever else had happened earlier on in the day. Izuku had been able to calm him down to get his mind off of Uraraka but it was all he could think about at the moment. Izuku could freak out and roll around in one of Kacchan’s stolen hoodies about what happened between the two of them later after he's dealt with the very overprotective girl.

Uraraka was a good friend, sure but she was way too overprotective over him at times. Some of the time however it was pretty good whenever Izuku got a little carried away with his jealousy but the girl was constantly all over Kacchan and worrying about him and his relationship with Izuku, like it even considers her in the first place! It was their relationship for a reason and they understand where they are with each other and that was enough! And don't even get Izuku started with how she always constantly cried about how his Kacchan was hurting him and was a bully, yeah right.

He was honestly really almost tempted to just let Kacchan do his own thing and deal with her himself, to see the fire that burned in his eyes whenever the opportunity for a fight appeared. To see Kacchan burn his brightest and deal with the one person that was always trying to insert herself into something that was frankly none of her fucking business. Izuku wanted to see that beauty that Kacchan got to witness the other day with Kirishima, he knew that Kacchan had enjoyed watching him pummel that fucking boy who was getting a little too close to his pride and joy. His Kacchan. Izuku saw that look in those mesmerizing red eyes and just how he had lovingly stared at Izuku throughout the entire ordeal.

He really wanted to let him loose but that wouldn't do any good, no it wouldn't, Izuku might lose one of his, Kacchan deemed, "pets" or she might start acting out trying to get him away from his chosen blonde even more than she already was.

He sneers and continues walking over to the girl's dorms, quickly sporting a happy smile and a greeting to everyone who happened to  walk past him on his mission to deal with his friend's behavior. Once at the door that has a sign that says "Uraraka Ochako", he softly knocks on the door waiting for the pink-cheeked girl to answer the door and allow him inside so they could talk.

When the door eventually opens, big round almond brown eyes barely even have time to meet his from the crack before the door bursts open and he's ushered inside quickly. He's engulfed in a hug before he can even open his mouth or think but he smiles at her and leans his head onto her soft shoulder allowing the hug for the moment. He wraps his arms around her, returning the hug and swaying the both of them gently, making her giggle in his arms.

Uraraka sniffles into his neck as she tightly holds onto his form and her chest begins to stutter- not from laughter but instead the emotion currently bubbling out of her. He coos at her and tightens his grip around her torso to comfort her before pulling back and letting his hands rest on her forearms as she grips onto his arms in turn. The girl's face is red from the tears and emotion and her cheeks are puffing up causing her teary eyes to squint at him. She sobs and rests her forehead back on his shoulder.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He questions sounding genuine in his worry over her crying and sobbing. Uraraka's fists come up to rest on both of his shoulders and she wipes her face with the hand she has closest to her before speaking up, her voice clogged up from the crying.

"I was so so worried about you after you had that lucid dream, Deku! I was so goddamn worried and then I didn't see you for two whole days afterward! I thought you got in serious trouble for something that wasn't even your fault!" She cries to him holding onto him tightly before she sobs and then angrily starts talking, "And- and some people had the fucking audacity to even try to hint that you might've been lying! We all saw what happened! I don't know how they could even think that you'd lie about that!"

Izuku hums to show that he's listening to her rambling and rubs her back soothingly to get her to slightly calm down so that she's no longer blubbering about not seeing him. He takes in a sharp breath and stutters his breathing before speaking once again.

"I- do they really think that I'd do that? I- I swear that it wasn't on purpose! It wasn't, Uraraka! I feel so- so bad about what happened. I've- I've been wanting to go see Kirishima so badly to- to see if he's okay after what happened but I really didn't think that he'd wanna see me after all of that!" 

He sobs in between his words, seemingly overwhelmed and upset. Izuku grips onto her tightly and cries into her shoulder and in response, the girl holds him as tight as she could. The two slowly make their way to the ground, him sobbing into her shoulder and her tearfully muttering reassurances to him about the situation and how it'd all be okay. For a while, they sit there before they part and Uraraka finally gets a good look at his face for the first time since he's been in her room and catches sight of the light plump purple staining both his cheeks and jaw.

She gasps and grips his face softly, her eyebrows furrow upwards in extreme worry as she brushes her padded fingertips over the bruising in horror.

"Deku… this didn't happen the other day with Kirishima."

Izuku smiles inwardly as the girl mentions the physical proof that shows exactly what happened earlier had indeed happened. He's giddy that Kacchan has managed to leave his mark on Izuku personally in a way that everyone could see. For obvious reasons, he doesn't announce this information to Uraraka and quickly wipes the delight that comes to mind away hiding any of his true thoughts on that matter for the time being. There was a time and a place for those types of thoughts and it for sure wasn't here in Uraraka's room.

He sniffles from the snot still in his nose that had come from his previous crying fit and meets Uraraka's red-rimmed eyes, smiling at her and lifting a hand to rest against hers. He looks away briefly before looking back and giving her an awkward smile.

"Ah, uh, yeah no. I- um I got this after...that. Don't worry about it. Seriously." 

Izuku can practically see the fire flare in her eyes that was akin to Kacchan but he really didn't want to nor did it feel remotely right to even compare his Kacchan to Uraraka. The girl then snarls in anger at his words, her lip twisting to sit above her gums in disgust and her nose wrinkling up in distaste.

"What."

He grimaces and huffs at her reaction, fidgeting in her grasp, nervous. "Uraraka, seriously it's not a big deal, forget about it."

"No, I'm not forgetting about it! What do you mean you got this big ass bruise on your face after that!?" She says her voice raising the more passionate she seemed to get over his well being and a bruise being somewhere on his face was a high priority for her. Izuku sighs quite frankly, getting more annoyed with her and he hasn't even mentioned the whole ordeal with Kacchan yet.

His eyes harden, determined as he grips her hand tightly- so tight that he can feel her fingers creak underneath the pressure. Loosening his hold after a short moment he moves it away from his face and holds the girl's hand close to his chest, grabbing her attention. The girl follows his actions closely, watching her hand as it's held on his torso before flickering her eyes upward to meet his, still appearing to be quite upset but she stops her fretting and gives him her undivided attention, waiting patiently for his words. His mouth turns into a firm line showing how he's upset at her behavior as he looks at her silently, stewing.

"Look, something happened but it's fine. Okay? It's too late to even do something so calm down." He says in a final tone effectively putting an end to the discussion. Izuku can see that she very much wants to continue but even she knows when it's time to stop for the time being so she sits in silence and stares at him wearily. They sit an arm’s length across from each other in silence as Uraraka mulls over the situation and then opens her mouth bringing the conversation to where she very much likes to always bring it too, Kacchan. Giving Izuku exactly what he wanted without him having to bring it up himself and make it seem like the aggressive boy had made a little visit to his dorm room and bruised Izuku’s face. 

"You really missed it, you should've seen how Bakugou blew up at me today for absolutely no reason during lunch. It was insane, Deku."

Izuku glares at the girl for her comment about the blonde-haired boy and whines in annoyance, the act seeming to be playful to her, “Please don’t try to upset Kacchan.” he says.

Uraraka rolls her eyes at him and Izuku has to briefly take a deep breath and recollect himself before rejoining the conversation once again. He smiles for the need of appeasing her, gritting his teeth together behind his lips in annoyance. 

"What happened?" He asks, innocently trying his absolute best to not sound angry with her so that the girl wouldn't start to get defensive; it was much harder to get information out of someone whenever they were angry and trying to defend themselves whist explaining.

She huffs, thinking back to the interaction, and scoffs in annoyance. Her lip turns up as she looks away to the wall beside her. "He went off at me when the bell rang for lunch and was shoving me into my desk and yelling. We argued for a bit and then I left because I was tired of him and his bullshit. The usual." She says dismissively with a huge frown overtaking her face.

Izuku frowns along with her but for an entirely different reason, "What did you argue about?"

The brown-haired girl swallows roughly and adverts her eyes trying her best to avoid eye contact with him. Refusing to answer the question she sits quietly, biting her lip nervously before hesitantly speaking up with hardened eyes. "He's using you Deku! I know, okay, I know that you don't think that but I'm telling you the truth! He's changing you! That's why this whole thing with Kirishima even happened, because of what he's doing to you!"

Izuku rolls his eyes and mentally scoffs at her words. Of course, this is the conclusion the girl had worked herself into believing. Dear God, Izuku was so, so sick of hearing what she had to say about her opinion of him and Kacchan's relationship! He can feel his very short temper rising the longer the girl continues talking, trailing on about what she thought about his Kacchan but Izuku quickly cuts in having had enough, stopping her from going on even more. 

"God Dammit… No , he's not . Uraraka, please , stop trying to blame Kacchan for every. single. little. thing! I'm so tired of you targeting him constantly! Kacchan has done nothing so stop it!"

He heaves angrily, his true emotions slipping through his mask of sympathy and innocence, overtaking his careful play of the situation. Uraraka tries to speak up again but he goes on with his speech not stopping for a second to allow her to even try and get a word in. 

"I've grown up with him my entire life, I think if he were to change me he would've fucking done it already! I had a lapse of judgment and it ended up with Kirishima getting hurt and I can't- I can't do anything to truly show just how sorry I am! It didn't mean to happen and I feel fucking terrible about it, okay!? Stop bringing it up and trying to blame other people, especially Kacchan for what happened! I messed up!" Izuku finishes wetly, the words sticking to his throat as they come out.

He chokes on a sob briefly as he smoothly falls back into his role as the helpless boy that had fallen victim to his own mind momentarily and meets Uraraka's eyes before wiping his eyes dry with his fist. He grimaces sadly, done with the situation he had dug his way into these past couple of days. The two of them sit in a short silence, the pink-cheeked girl sighing audibly through her nose, defeated.

"Deku… you do understand what I'm saying, right? Where I'm coming from?"

The boy stares at her silently, not having a word to say. Why must she be so goddamn stubborn! Why does this girl seem to not understand what the word "no" means. If he says that she needs to stop she needs to stop but no the girl just goes on and on unrelentlessly. Izuku is very quickly coming to an acute understanding with Kacchan and how he had gotten so pissed off about what she was doing and Izuku wasn't even on the receiving end of what she had to say. He once again takes in a deep breath to calm himself before responding.

"I didn't get any sleep that night before what happened in the training room. I was thinking about the USJ, the mall with Shigaraki, and the forest when Kacchan got taken! I could've done better! I could've been better! But I wasn't and everyone got hurt in some sort of way and then I fell asleep after training and had a nightmare! I really thought there was a villain and everyone was going to get hurt again for the millionth time and I wanted to finally do something! I didn't want you to get hurt but as it turns out I wasn't actually sleeping and that caused Kirishima to get hurt by me!"

He finishes breathing heavily from how much he had talked in a short amount of time adding to making him look overwhelmed with having spoken. Tears well up in his eyes and he sniffles, pitifully, as he speaks up again, "Noone made me do what I did…"

The brown-haired girl watches him speak sadly. Her eyebrows are downturned and she looks down at her lap, feeling ashamed. "I'm sorry…" She hesitantly says after a moment, trailing off at the end of her words not knowing what else to say or do.

He stands up abruptly, turning around and walking towards the door of her room without another word. "Where are you going?" Uraraka asks, breaking the silence between them as she sees him move to leave.

"My room. I'm going to bed." He states as he opens the door not bothering to turn and see her reaction. He can hear her nervous shuffling as she awkwardly tries to salvage the situation. "You're going to miss dinner."

"Kirishima's back and I doubt he'd want to see me… Anyways, good night, Uraraka." 

Izuku smiles to himself satisfied as he leaves the room, hopeful that she might listen but if she doesn’t then oh well Izuku would get to see Kacchan have fun dealing with her at last. Now able to finally think back to earlier, he giggles to himself remembering the face Kacchan had made after he had pulled away from their close embrace. 

He had stared at him with wonder taking Izuku back to when they were younger and the face Kacchan would bestow upon him whenever he would pull him around by the tight grip of his hand; or that one time when Izuku had stabbed a kid in their class through the hand with his scissors because they had ended up taking a liking to his Kacchan and had started to follow the blonde-haired boy around, talking to him every second of the day, taking away Kacchan’s time with Izuku.

Izuku could distinctly remember the blood that had coated his hands and the table the scissors had stuck themselves deeply into, keeping the child's hand there as they cried and screamed loudly into his ear. But all Izuku could look at during that time wasn’t the mutilated hand of this kid who he couldn't even remember anymore but instead, the look on his best friend’s face. The normally sharp narrowed eyes, wide with pupils so dilated that there was nothing but a thin rim of red surrounding an all-encompassing black.

Izuku would also never forget how afterward when Kacchan had broken out of his daze he had stomped over, his hand sparking dangerously close to the kid’s head, threatening the child to never tell anyone about what had happened or they’d find end up finding their brains splattered across the tile of their classroom floor. 

His cheeks heat at the memory and he desperately wishes to see that side of Kacchan again. That side of him that's fiercely protective of Izuku no matter what he's done, ready to kill for him. 

Izuku walks past a hall and he turns his head spotting a coattail of red fleeing from his vision. He whips around and catches sight of Kirishima standing a short distance away from him covered with bandages and bruises that peek out from where they fail to cover. The both of them stare at each other, the red-haired boy wearily watching with upturned eyebrows. His hair is down instead of styled in the gelled-up updo he usually wears from day to day.

Izuku looks the boy up and down coldly, disappointed by the lack of any obviously lasting damage from his attack but he brushes it off and smiles with the flick of his upturned lips. Kirishima glances away and back to him cautiously like a deer stuck in the headlights and Izuku feeds on the look gleefully, taking in how scared he seems to be of Izuku. As he should be, he thinks; It's a dangerous game trying to get close to Kacchan on his watch.

He grimaces when he meets Izuku’s calculating gaze, biting at his stabbed over lip with sharp teeth as he tries to figure out what to do. Izuku's smile turns sad until it's eventually a frown, his eyes squinting as his cheeks puff up with the pout. He toys with his fingers, pulling at them nervously and he looks down to them before glancing back up to make sure the boy hadn't tried to escape the moment he had decided to look away.

"I'm so sorry.." Izuku says dolefully to Kirishima, trying his best to portray the words in the way he wants even as he has to force the words to come out of his mouth.

The boy glances around frightened once again searching for somebody before quickly giving up with his maneuver, heaving a sigh through his nose. He gives Izuku a timid smile as he scratches the back of his head, "They told me what happened when I woke up."

As the words from the diffident boy registers the first thought that comes to his mind is oh good, This way he wouldn't have to try to convince him completely about what had happened, being a complete accident and all. 

"Yeaaahhhh…." He trails on acting as if he isn't quite sure of what to say to the boy he had "accidentally" beaten up, taking the action from the way Uraraka had reacted to his words earlier when apologizing to him. "I- um.. er- I'm-" He pauses briefly to heave out an exasperated sigh. "I'm really, really sorry about what happened! I swear I didn't mean for any of that to happen! I know they told you that but I wanted to tell you myself… You don't have to forgive me- not at all, I wouldn't blame you in the slightest if you don't wanna forgive me. I don't even forgive myself, honestly."

Izuku sniffles looking up to gauge the red-haired boy's reaction to the apology, watching as he grimaces painfully feeling for Izuku's situation and what had happened between the two of them. He fiddles with a bandage as he nods at Izuku's words not speaking up about what he really thinks about the matter which is quite odd for the boy in Izuku’s opinion but that just means it worked overall and by the end of it he really will end up leaving Kacchan alone! That he's no longer going to bother them and try to butt his way into their relationship, finally leaving the blonde to Izuku’s carefully curated care. He could laugh from how happy he is but it isn't needed for right now so he shows no outward reaction to this train of thought.

"You don't have to say anything. I… um- just wanted to apologize, I know it doesn't do anything but I really am sorry." Izuku bites his lip, nervous, and looks off to the side anxiously, "I'll talk to you later."

He then hurries off, making his way to the elevator heading for his floor, now done with the conversation saying anything more wouldn't add anything in the long run. As he's walking he takes glances back, observing Kirishima's behavior as the boy in turn watches him take his leave before swiftly limping away towards the common rooms once he's made his way far enough away from the boy.

Izuku grins to himself happily the entire trip back to his room, humming along the way. He flops down onto his bed heavily the moment he enters the room and takes in the scent of his blanket thinking of earlier in his room with Kacchan once again. The moment running through his mind nonstop, his lips tingling pleasantly with the phantom feeling of the blondes' lips brushing against his. Izuku beams so wide his cheeks hurt from the strain of it, he was buzzing as his feet kicked behind him in excitement. He giggles hysterically, clenching his hands at his sheets until he ends up grabbing a strange fabric in his hand.

Confused, he brings it up to his face and he peers up at the odd fabric and to his shock, it turns out to be Kacchan's white button-up that he had been wearing earlier. Izuku stares at it in disbelief, taking in the texture and the way the cloth crinkled between his fingers before slowly bringing it to his face where he lay and inhaling the piece of fabric deeply, taking in the rich aroma of the boy's sweat and natural musk. Ash and the intoxicating smell of burnt sugar fill his senses as he breathes in the shirt like he couldn't live without it. He giddily basks in it gulping down mouthfuls of the enticing scent. 

How had this gotten in his room? On his bed nonetheless? He wonders offhandedly but Izuku wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth so he doesn't question it any further instead choosing to simply indulge himself for the time being.

The smell is overwhelming combined with the fresh memory of their almost kiss and he shudders at the thought, unabashedly letting out a groan. He pants lightly, his face flushing darker the more he focuses in on the vivid feeling and odor of Kacchan that utterly surrounds him. Tightly gripping the stiff shirt in his grasp he begins to rut against the mattress beneath him in haste. He chuckles softly before it breaks off into a louder groan, his voice muffled by the cloth and the blankets beneath him as he moves against the firm surface of his bed eagerly but it isn’t enough to satisfy Izuku entirely. He pauses for a moment, slightly grinding down as he shifts his weight onto his left arm, reaching his other one up to his face; he then tightly grips his own jaw making sure to put pressure on the bruises that litter the surface of his dark skin.

"Fuck." He moans to himself, pressing his face farther into the source of his bliss as he continues on further by digging his fingernails into the plush bruised tissue.

The molten heat in his stomach flips and spreads the longer he harshly abuses his jaw, the fingers almost feeling like the rough calloused ones he's oh so familiar with. Panting hotly, he switches hands letting up on his tight hold to firmly grip the shirt to his face as he flips his body over so he's positioned on his back. Heaving his shirt up to his chest Izuku trails his hand down his torso with deep claw marks as the nails on his fingers dig into the skin teasingly and hot trails of fire follow the welts as they glide across his stomach.

He's soaking the shirt with spit at this point and he honestly couldn't find it in himself to be ashamed just like the last couple of times he's ended up doing this after stealing articles of clothing from the top of the blonde's laundry bin. Slowly his hand reaches his waistband but instead of taking the time to play with himself, teetering the edge of his pants with enthusiasm Izuku forgoes the usual foreplay in favor of shoving his hand down the front of his pants and taking himself into his scarred hand without a second thought.

"Kacchan.." 

His hand glides up and down his cock at a fast pace, slowing down every once in awhile for Izuku to press his fingertip and nail into the slit at top of his shaft. The pain sending shocks of arousal up his groin as he thrusts upwards into his hand imagining Kacchan wrapped around his torso, those thighs squeezing his sides as the boy gripped his chin keeping his head still. Making sure Izuku couldn't look at anything or anyone else but those enchanting blood red eyes as the boy pleasured him, taking Izuku's cock in his hand and stroking, not bothering to use anything to make the action smoother but the precum that leaked steadily from the green-haired boy beneath his body. 

Izuku could practically taste that salty skin as he would lap at his hand and every inch of skin he could reach, the meat of Kacchan’s pecs as they sit perky and tight. The way Izuku would imagine they would feel underneath his fingers as he pinched and prodded and how he imagined they would feel beneath his teeth as he would suck and bite at them leaving bruises behind, marking the boy as his.

How Izuku would lick and kiss his way down past the boy's abs following a light trail of blonde hair until he finally made his way to the waistband of those sweats Kacchan always seemed the wear- the kind where he wouldn't wear anything underneath leaving none to the imagination as Izuku would stare lustfully at the lump of Kacchan’s cock straining against the fabric, showing just how big he was. Izuku would pick playfully at the elastic, letting the waistband snap against his pale porcelain skin until the blonde ended up getting impatient enough to shove a palm on top of his head and yank a handful of Izuku's tousled curls, roughly smashing the boy's nose onto the thick stature of his cock. 

Kacchan grinding his hips up into the face of Izuku as he moans and slobbers all over the blonde's mass, greedily suckling at him through the thick fabric. Wetting it thoroughly as he ruts his own hips down onto the bed bringing himself to ecstasy until the other boy were to notice and slap him across the face, taunting him as he cried for Kacchan the way Izuku knows he loves.

"Oh my god." He groans out noisily, squeezing the head of his dick painfully before stroking himself to completion, stripes of cum squirt from him as he finishes with a lengthy moan. He clasps his teeth down onto his bottom lip as hard as he can, blood instantly flooding into his mouth from the bite wound, the thick coppery taste sliding across his tongue reminding him once again of Kacchan and the extensive history shared between the two of them. 

Izuku lays there panting, dazed in the afterglow of it all. Once he comes back to himself he takes in a deep breath savoring the scent of the fabric covering his face once again and removes it, bringing his dirty hand up to his mouth and licking it clean of his fluids. He hums and smiles to himself pretending that it was Kacchan's cum he was consuming, now that would be something he giddily thinks to himself as he stares over at the shared wall between the both of their rooms, hoping for the possibility of Kacchan having overheard him and coming over to give him a piece of his mind.

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Izuku wakes up the next morning before his alarm, practically shaking with the amount of energy he had pent up inside of him. Today he would finally get to go to class and be with Kacchan! It had been killing Izuku the last couple of days to not be able to be at the blonde's side for all of this time. Who knew what kind of ideas their classmates might be getting with Izuku gone! Uraraka had already gone off and decided to harass Kacchan when Izuku hadn't been there to stop her from going on a tirade and the fact that Kacchan was obviously just overall much more happier when Izuku was around him.

The freckled boy tugs on the white button-up he had found on his bed the night prior and pulls on his blazer leaving it to lay open on top of the oversized shirt with a smile. He examines himself in the mirror he has hung over across the room by his closet to see how it looked before deciding to discard the blazer overall, the small jacket not matching well with the long and baggy shirt. Humming idly, he turns and begins collecting everything he needs and stashes it in his bag for later before heading over to the door beside his and knocking. Izuku doesn't get an immediate answer so after a while of waiting he knocks again and again until the wood of the door whips open at last and reveals Kacchan’s devilishly handsome face.

"What!?" 

A wide mischievous grin then spreads across his cheeks at the sight and he bites his lip, toying with the edge of the shirt in his hands, trying to grab the boy's attention with the motion. He licks his lips watching as ruby eyes obediently follow the movement of his arms before speaking up, "Thank you, Kacchan."

The boy momentarily looks puzzled, seeming to have forgotten about the left behind garment of clothing but as he examines Izuku he ends up recognizing the oversized fabric of one of his school uniforms engulfing the smaller boy's frame. One of his hands then reaching out and snatching the white cloth from the other boy's hands and lifting it up until Izuku’s stomach is bare to the cold air of their hallway, chilling the flushed skin of the green-haired boy immensely. He watches closely as Kacchan finds a darkened stain during his inspection of the cotton shirt and he snickers, rubbing the spot in between his rough fingers. 

"Had fun didn't you, shitstain? Or- should I call you cumstain, you dirty fuck." The blonde snorts, grinning at him crookedly from where he stands. Izuku, not ashamed in the slightest then smiles wider, his teeth revealing themselves from behind his plump lips and he giggles softly taking the boy's hand in his. One of the temperamental boy’s eyebrows rise questionly but he doesn’t say a word watching in a trance as Izuku brings the hand to his lips, swiping the thumb softly across his bottom lip. 

Izuku kisses it lightly and hums in affirmation and whispers into the hand being enclosed by his own, “Yes, thank you for the shirt.” 

Kacchan’s eyes narrow and he purses his lips before shoving Izuku’s face away from him with the hand that had been on his mouth, grumbling in annoyance all the while. Peeking through the fingers covering his face, Izuku spots with a fond smile how the boy’s cheeks and ears are tinted pink in embarrassment. He plants another soft kiss on Kacchan's palm before letting the boy go and happily grabbing his hand, intertwining the bigger fingers within his own crooked ones before beginning to walk down the hall. Kacchan follows him, begrudgingly tightening his grip on Izuku's hand as the boy swings their hands back and forth between the both of them and Izuku peeks over his shoulder, smiling up at the blonde walking behind him.

I love him, Izuku thinks to himself as he watches the morning sun from the windows fall over the taller boy, gold appearing and twinkling brightly within his ruby gaze as it moves into its line of light. The sunlight warms up his pale skin giving him a soft glow as he stares right back at Izuku, meeting the boy's soft gaze with his own cold and indifferent one.

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They eventually make it to class and a few of Izuku’s classmates' heads whip up stopping to stare at him as he joyfully makes his way into the classroom, the resident insolent blonde being towed in behind him by their connected hands after Izuku's two days of house arrest. He smiles and meets the bandaged redhead's gaze as he looks out at the group of teens that had clustered their way around the room at random. The boy in turn stares at him wide-eyed like a deer in the headlights just like he had the night before, he quickly glances away pretending as if he hadn't even noticed the curly-haired boy walk in at all.

He sits down at his desk, placing his bag beside him on the floor and pulling out his trusty Hero analysis #13 book and his first-period notebook leaving it open on his desk waiting for the class to start before turning forwards in his seat and watching Kacchan do the same. Once the boy settles into his seat, he throws his legs on top of his desk and leans back far in his chair to the point where he gets into his space hovering over Izuku’s desk idly. 

Izuku then merrily pushes himself closer to his desk, at the edge of his chair as he lightly shoves his hands into the soft light blonde spikes of Kacchan’s hair. Petting and scratching at the boy's scalp quietly listening to him as he huffs in response, murmuring to himself under his breath for a short moment but the boy doesn't react any further towards his ministrations aside from the way eventually he leans back even further into his touch, urging Izuku to continue on with his touches.

This continues until the figure of their homeroom teacher walks into the classroom and Kacchan sits up straight, casually removing his legs off of his desk as the raven-haired man stares at the blonde's position sternly.

Izuku sighs at the loss of being able to play with the boy's blonde locks but quickly shakes it off as Aizawa makes his way to his desk at the front of the classroom and begins speaking to them, addressing some announcements the school has and what's to be expected of them as Hero students in training before dismissing them and going to sleep in the man's iconic bright yellow sleeping bag. 

Uraraka immediately makes her way over to Izuku's desk with Asui with her and Izuku can hear the way the boy in the chair ahead of him scoffs at the sight. Izuku smiles imagining the way those ruby eyes are rolling in annoyance as he stares out of the window next to him. 

"Hey, Deku!" She greets as she reaches his desk, jumping on top of it to seat herself. Asui also greets him with a kero and an, "Hello, welcome back, Midoriya." He smiles and returns the gesture before listening to Uraraka as the girl begins to apologize again about last night, Asui raises her eyebrows in surprise as the girl rambles on and on. Izuku eventually cuts her off telling her that it was fine just to not do it again and that's it for that subject of conversation, the three of them moving on to something else for the time being until the bell rings. Aizawa then got up off of the floor and left the room without a word, Midnight coming in a couple of minutes after him to start off Modern Art History.

The classes pass by pretty quickly until the bell for lunch rings leaving Izuku to jump up out of his desk, hurriedly shoving all of his belongings into his mustard yellow backpack that Kacchan keeps telling him that he's going to burn. Once done he skips over to the aforementioned boy, the bag strapped to his back as he watches the boy slowly put his things away. His eyes eventually flicker up to look at Izuku and he raises an eyebrow, in that way he does, at how Izuku stands beside his desk practically jumping up and down in excitement.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing." He sings with a grin and the blonde continues to squint up at him for a brief moment as Izuku hums and bounces in place before rolling his eyes and going back to packing. Throwing his bag over his shoulder Kacchan tries to walk past him but he quickly grabs the boy's arm stopping him in his tracks. He groans and turns to Izuku, yanking his arm away from the boy's grasp and peering down at him with a grimace.

"What do you fucking want?"

Izuku stands up on his tippy toes and presses a swift kiss on Kacchan's cheek before leaning back down onto the soles of his feet. He then beams up at Kacchan's wide-eyed expression before lightly tapping his wrist and hurrying over to the Brown-haired girl that had been watching the interaction with a glare from her desk. 

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Izuku, Uraraka, Asui, and a couple more other people Izuku hadn't bothered to notice are standing in the lunch line waiting to pick up some food and Izuku pouts to himself wishing that he didn't have to eat Lunch Rush's food and instead a homemade bento given to him by Kacchan. He thinks back to the boy, blushing and covering his face with his hands as he thinks about all the kisses he's gotten away with having given Kacchan lately. He's been spoiled lately with how much affection he's been allowed to shower the blonde with and all of the faces the boy ends up gifting him with afterwards.

He giggles moving his hands down to hold himself, his arms wrapped around his stomach as he relishes in the feeling of the oversized button-up of Kacchans he currently has on, ignoring whatever Uraraka is doing beside him. He blanks out, staring idly at the back of some random person's head, humming happily before being broken out of it as the green-haired girl beside him taps his arm, jerking her head lightly towards Uraraka.

The latter has her arms crossed over her chest as she indignantly talks to the very disinterested form of Todoroki Shouto who's staring longingly at the cold soba being served to people ahead of them in line. Behind her, though he can see a pink, curly head of hair marching her way through a small string of people to where the pink-cheeked girl is standing with Todoroki. He watches as the body gets closer and closer until it ultimately comes to a stop a short distance away.

"Girl, you are getting on my last goddamn nerve!" Ashido then snaps at the brunette cutting the girl off in the middle of her speech as she angrily whips around to face her. Getting up in her face, Ashido sneers at her before continuing, "Noone wants to hear your bullshit about what Midoriya did to Kirishima! He beat him up for absolutely no fucking reason, period!"

Izuku watches as Uraraka frowns at the girl's words, her face darkening the longer Ashido speaks and she pushes her away, creating some distance in between the two girls. The people that had been surrounding them in the lines begin to watch and clamor at the argument starting in front of them, causing Iida, as the boy he is, to hurry his way over to stop it, pushing the more excited ones in the group away from the commotion, yelling at them about calming down. 

From behind Uraraka, Izuku can also see Todoroki move ahead of her in line without even a second glance, skipping a couple of other people as they move out of the way to watch the scene playing out. Asui beside Izuku after letting him know of what was going to happen then moves forward following after the tall nonchalant boy, not wanting to get involved in whatever Uraraka has managed to get herself wrapped into this time and Izuku couldn't help but want to leave along with her but his need for information especially information regarding what this certain brown-haired girl is doing overrides that train of thought very quickly making him stay in place, his eyes trained onto the two figures of the girls from his class.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

"Don't get in my face!" The brown-haired girl shouts back, pushing the girl further away once again as she moves back into the position she had been in previously, "Deku didn't mean to do anything to Kirishima! And I'm tired of hearing everyone say he did!"

Izuku then rolls his eyes at the words, at this point also annoyed with her after hearing the brunette bring it up so, so many times. It happened, okay? Why must she dwell on it and make it out to be a bigger deal than it already was. She needed to learn how to drop things when they were no longer important, talking about it in the lunch line and bothering Todoroki of all people about it was just too much.

"Bitch, get your brainwashed ass outta my face. I was literally fucking there, you think you can lie to me about what had happened?" She points a manicured nail into Uraraka's chest. "Who do you think was checking on Kiri when Midoriya started crying and shit to Aizawa!? I was!"

"You tell her!" A voice that Izuku recognizes as Hagakure's cheers from the crowd, whooping and all as she urges on her friend. The shorter girl grits her teeth in anger, stopping momentarily to glare out into the crowd at the floating gloves that the invisible girl had begun to wear a while ago. The girl's right hand is cupping around the air where her mouth supposedly is, the other waving back and forth in encouragement. 

Uraraka then slaps away the condescending finger from where it was touching her breasts while turning back to the girl in front of her. "It was an accident. He had a nightmare." She stubbornly pushes on trying to emphasize her point against the other girl's accusations.

"Yeah? Who told you that load of bullcrap?"

"He did, Ashido!" She shouts loudly in frustration the moment the words come out of Ashido's mouth, the girl practically pulling her hair out as she currently shakes in barely contained anger. The other girl scoffs, rolling her eyes as Uraraka speaks.

"And Midoriya's a goddamn fucking pathological liar! That whole explanation was a performance or something and you completely fell for it!" The curly-haired girl says not faltering for a second, unfazed by Uraraka's interruption as she crosses her arms across her chest thoroughly pissed off. 

Izuku pauses at the words, cringing and looking side to side at the people gathered around him watching the argument as the girl's words register. He apparently didn't do a very good job at convincing Ashido but it doesn't matter. As much as he'd like to stay on track with his plan on not dealing with the consequences of beating up Kirishima he really couldn't give a shit. Maybe now they'd all think twice about getting close to Kacchan. He'd already gotten away with it with Aizawa anyway so it's not like it matters all that much to him. If Mineta was still in their class by this point after all the harassment he has done and continues to do to the girls then Izuku was fine especially when he was a strong student and they already believed him about what had happened.

"He's not a liar! " She then refutes, pushing again at the other girl and she fumbles for a bit after she's trusted backward by the force of Ashido pushing her back with all of her might. She almost falls back into one of the many people close to her that had moved back at the beginning of the fight not wanting to get hit but she regains her balance and marches back over.

"You're such a naive little bitch! You can't even see what's clearly right in fucking front of you!" Ashido shouts her voice trailing throughout the cafeteria loudly, her arms moving with the emotion behind her words as she roughly waves her hands up and down in the brown-haired girl's face. The steadily growing audience behind them enthusiastically cheers, excited about where the argument is heading and Izuku can briefly hear Iida's complaints but his voice is drowned out by all the screaming and shouting.

"Shut the fuck up!" Uraraka quickly snaps, undeterred by the rising volume of the cheering and the hesitant very select few of their classmates who had moved closer trying to stop the fight before it got nasty.

"You're just mad because he's your little boyfriend!"

He frowns watching as the brown-haired girl ahead of him flushes, her already pink-cheeked face pinkening and she looks mortified by what Ashido had told her. "Wha- I don't like him like that!" She retorts, defensively, "Do I have to be dating my friend to defend him against the bullshit you're saying?!" 

He couldn't imagine what would happen if Kacchan was here in the cafeteria hearing what they had to say, good thing he never comes in here, Izuku thinks glancing over to the windows as he listens to the girls argue about him dating the round-cheeked girl. Like he ever would, yeah, no. It'd be pretty fun to see him squirm but Izuku could never bring himself to do that to the aggressive blonde, why would he ever date anyone else when Kacchan exists let alone Uraraka of all people.

"Yeah, right! We can all clearly see it but that isn't the point! You might be dumb enough to believe him but I'm not! Not to mention how he's literally pushed Kaminari down the stairs before!" 

Izuku frowns deeper confused as he quickly brings his full attention back to the bickering, he hadn't realized that anyone had seen him do that let alone Kaminari himself but he must've if he told Ashido about it or maybe she had connected the dots between the two instances, who knows. 

Though he doesn't regret pushing him all of those months ago, who just starts calling someone by their childhood nickname when only one person obviously calls them that? What makes that electric blonde think calling Bakugou Katsuki of all people Kacchan would be a good idea!? And what makes him even madder about the incident is how Kacchan hadn't even said anything about it! It's like he wanted to bait Izuku into doing something, he should know by now that only Izuku is allowed to call him that! Not some random ass blonde kid who they had literally just met! Izuku's known the blonde since they were three for christ's sake!

"No, he hasn't! Now you're making shit up on top of the Kirishima thing!"

"Wait- what's happening?" Someone asks from the crowd loudly cutting through the hollering as the two girls continue to shout and argue before the quarrel is cut off abruptly by a loud slap. Ashido's head whips off to the side from the force of Uraraka's hit and she looks stunned before she grins, laughing bitterly as she turns back slowly to the brunette, offhandedly starting to take out her hoop earrings.

"Oh? You wanna fucking fight?" She growls after shoving her earrings into one of the pockets of her school vest and getting into a fighting position that Izuku’s very familiar with from Hero practice and all. She bounces on her feet, jumping from one foot to the other with her arms raised before she swings at the brunette, clipping her in the nose without a second of hesitation.

Izuku sighs to himself, clicking his tongue in annoyance at Uraraka. She's going to get her ass kicked. Sure, the girl was strong and her quirk was a really useful one if they even used their quirks but she really doesn't compare to the other girl who's literally about to throw her around by her hair any second now. Why was she always starting fights with people she couldn't possibly beat, if Izuku was a lesser man he'd even go as far as to compare her temper to that of Kacchans when it comes to protecting people or trying to defend their honor because she literally doesn't shut up.

He sees Yaoyorozu rush forwards, pushing her way through the crowd in the corner of his eye as the pink-haired girl punches Uraraka again across the face, quickly moving forwards with her, following the girl as she stumbles backwards. The hit girl huffs loudly, touching her jaw softly in disbelief for a short moment before screaming and jumping at Ashido successfully bringing the both of them to the floor. 

They tumble on the floor pushing at each other as they scratch and punch during every opening they manage to get, for a short minute Uraraka had managed to get on top of Ashido pinning her body down with her thighs as she sat on top of her. The girl punches blindly, not paying much attention to where she hit as the girl beneath her scratches and kicks before finally getting a good hold of her hair, pulling sharply as hard as she could. She screams and shoves at her trying to get her hair free but Ashido doesn't let up tugging roughly as she drags the girl around and punches her in the face.

There's now blood trailing down the front of Uraraka's face underneath her nose as she screams out a curse, clutching the base of her hair where Ashido's yanking to try and lessen the pain.

Yaoyorozu finally reaches them after fighting her way through the thick crowd to get to her friends and she shoves her way in between the fighting girls. Holding her arms out she shouts at them to stop but the pink-haired girl is still insistently holding onto a chunk of the other girl's hair and swinging with her other hand. "Get the fuck off of me!" The brunette screams, kicking at both Ashido's knees and crotch. Her grip falters as one of her legs almost buckles, her arm moving down a bit and allowing Uraraka to bite her.

"Guys! Stop it!" The raven-haired girl yells, grabbing at the smaller girl's head and trying to pry her off of Ashido's arm forcing her body further in front of Urarakas to separate the two. This does little to stop them though as they continue to hit another over Yaoyorozu's shoulders and between her legs. She eventually hoists Uraraka up into her arms, trying her best to pull her away from the fight but with the girl's hair still in the other’s grip and Ashido's arm stuck in-between her braced teeth she can't force them apart very far.

"Can somebody please help me, for christ’s sake!?" She cries, pushing at them desperately until she ends up getting punched in the eye by Uraraka, the force of the punch knocking her head back and hitting Ashido in the chin. 

The girl looks shocked before she frowns and quickly drops the girl, pushing her form to the ground and creating a pole out of her arm. She holds it out in front of her creating a barrier to separate them and apparently hit them back with when Uraraka ends up getting up and attempts to either attack the raven-haired girl or Ashido only to get pushed back down flat on her ass by Yaoyorozu.

"Stop. I mean it." She grits out as she hovers above the girl to prevent her from getting up and to protect her from the huffing form of the curly-haired girl behind her. 

Soon after, Midnight finally manages to make her way over to where the three girls are yelling for everyone to move out of her way and how anyone that is still hanging around is going to be given detention. Izuku quickly moves and heads back to get into the open line watching behind him as he walks to see Uraraka get yanked up by her arm in the Woman's grasp, only to get dragged out of the cafeteria with Yaoyorozu and Ashido not very far behind them, the raven-haired girl trying her best to calm down the other. 

He huffs both annoyed and amused by the whole ordeal that had played out. Uraraka was ruining everything for him and Kacchan and he couldn't stand it. Izuku plays with the edge of his shirt hoping for the worn-out fabric to give him a sense of comfort that it had once done mere moments earlier but it's for naught as he spirals, his thoughts spinning rapidly in any and all directions. 

He was rapidly losing his control over the situation and his hands itched, Izuku desperately wishing for the warm splatter of Uraraka Ochako's blood to be coating them. No- he couldn't do that. Uraraka was too big of a piece in his game there was no way he could be rid of her as easily as that. He needed control over her, not for her to disappear.

He felt as if he was panting, Izuku couldn't breathe right let alone even think clearly- he couldn't. He quickly looks around and all eyes are on him, every face turned towards the display of Izuku acting like an idiot, eyes wide and all-seeing. What kind of moron was he!? How could things get this distorted?! Where was the masterful calculation and smooth clean-up of any of his little incidents? Izuku was better than this and now eyes were on him but he didn't like it this time. These eyes weren't supposed to be on him, they weren't supposed to see this, this wasn't part of the mask. The mask had broken. These eyes weren't supposed to see him! They weren't sharp and cold, they weren't uncaring and angry, they weren't blank and rarely oh so rarely soft, they weren't crimson like the blood Izuku was so fascinated with. They weren't Kacchan. 

Tears begin to well at the edges of his eyes- they weren't real of course only a response to the way he was acting, it was how he was able to easily cry when needed but it was not needed right now. He didn't need to cry and he didn't want to. They were looking, they all were looking. His skin prickles, the faint phantom feeling of bugs crawling over his skin at the knowledge of someone staring at you, they all were and now he had bugs, or at least that's what he remembered Kacchan calling this sensation when they were younger.

He wanted Kacchan. He needed Kacchan right now.

His fingers dig into the meat of his muscular forearms, gripping into the skin tightly, keeping himself present as he stood in the same space as he had minutes once before, at the time humming happily to himself. He wasn't happy, Izuku thinks as he exhales through clenched teeth, his heart hammering away in his chest unpleasantly making his head throb in tandem. 

He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut and pretend that they weren't there but they were all there, watching his every move. Why would he ever shut his eyes when they were looking? In a lapse of judgment, he crouches down close to the floor and cowers, curling into himself as he pulls the collar of the shirt over his head and sits. The dark is comfortable; Izuku quite likes the dark. It's much better than the open light and the way it allows everyone to look at you, it invites bugs, the dark however scares them away. He was safe in the cover of his flimsy shirt, he could calm down without the unwarranted attention of his peers.

He wasn't hungry anymore so Izuku quickly stood up out of his shirt and walked out of the cafeteria, right past the many moving bodies of his classmates and other kids from the many many different classes in this school. Izuku knows where Kacchan was, he was in that one classroom at the end of the secondary hall that no one goes into so Izuku goes left, right, left, left, and down the stairs, before seeing the door. It calls out to the boy and he could swear that he was being brought to the door on his own, Izuku could probably not even know where it was at all and still be brought to this room.

A small relieved smile appears on his face but it's quickly wiped off as quickly as it had come as Monoma walks out of the boy's bathroom ahead of him with a grin. The boy immediately caught his eye and then strutted his way over, flipping his hair and everything before stopping before him with a pose. 

"Look at who it is, Midoriya Izuku," the blonde pauses to examine his nails dramatically. "How does it feel to know that class 1-A has had multiple fights within their own class in less than a week! Including you! The man himself," He laughs, mockingly, "Midoriya, the cry baby, who's gotten away with it all, and from what I've heard from that pink-haired 1-A girl, you have a track record for this kind of stuff." 

Monoma grins up at him savagely as he says the cutting words but Izuku can see how he visibly deflates when all he does is stare at the boy blankly, not putting in the effort to react or act a certain way to push his innocent agenda. He just wanted to go find his Kacchan.

He frowns, standing there looking at him closely before another savage grin stretches across his slim face. "Y'know I really could have sworn that it would've been Bakugou, not you, doing all of this." Monoma then coyly glances to where Izuku is through his eyelashes, staring at him directly as he utters, "or maybe I'm not all that wrong and he is doing it, after all, leaving you instead to shoulder the blame, oh, the tragedy."

Izuku doesn't outwardly react but he's getting pissed off. He knew he was going to the moment he saw Monoma walking out of the bathroom, the cocky blonde always having something to say about Kacchan and the way the boy acts. Why couldn't he just leave them alone? Why couldn't everyone just Leave. Them. Alone. 

His previous panic is still there, swirling in his head unpredictably, knocking against the walls of his skull and traveling throughout his body, numbing places and making others shake with adrenaline. It's dangerously brewing and dripping over into that familiar toxic haven of unadulterated robust hatred the longer this boy talks and talks and talks. All everyone does is talk and Izuku was absolutely sick of it, he was sick of the bugs and the buzzing static of their words. If he couldn't shut Uraraka up then maybe he could Monoma. No one would miss him. It was perfect, he was the perfect person for Izuku to get rid of and be able to salvage the situation. He would be the one to give Izuku control again.

Izuku then decides to put his mask back on again, lifting the thing above his face and pulling it on with any effort at all, very, very acquainted with the way that it worked. The fake emotions and expressions easily melding to the shape of his rounded-out face and he smiles painfully, the pull of his lips turning downward as he grimaces through the grin and sniffles, gigantic globs of tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Yeah, you're right." Izuku then declares wetly cementing his place in the act of it all. Everything was a play, a push, and pull of emotions, the drama of the scene that vibrated through his bones, lights, camera, action, he knew it all. This was his place when he wasn't at Kacchan's side, how could he act like himself when no one understood him but the blonde, all tricked into believing right and wrong by the people around them. Kacchan understood him and he understood Kacchan, how could they not? They were one after all.

"I've never done anything, Monoma, you have to believe me! It was all Kacchan! I can't believe someone has actually seen what he's doing to me! Thank you!" He continues sobbing as he rushes forward closing the small distance between them to grab onto the boy, falling down to his knees and holding on for dear life. He gasps and tears up, the liquid dripping down his face and onto the fabric of the other boy's blazer as he chokes up, heaving and shaking, “Thank you so much!” Monoma is frozen in his grip, staring down at him with wide eyes as he tries to process what exactly was happening.

"He threatened me into doing that to Kirishima! None of my classmates will believe me at all! I've done everything but only you've seen it!"

The boy not wanting to push him away lightly lays his hands down on top of Izuku's shoulder as he sobs into his torso, begging the insufferable blonde to help him, to save him from his Kacchan. If only he were smarter because the boy then relaxes, full of mock pity and his gigantic ego as he pats Izuku to comfort him, promising to help him as he softly begins to rub his back. "I've told everyone that he was a savage." Monoma spits out uselessly with venom.

If only Izuku could laugh, Kacchan a savage? Sure, he guesses he could somewhat agree but not in the way that the boy was saying it. This idiot really couldn't even come close to comprehending the complexities of both Kacchan and himself but it's alright he didn't have to. Izuku didn't need him to, all he needed was for the boy to be vulnerable.

"What has he done to you?" He then asks Izuku after he begins to calm down, immediately cutting to the chase.

Izuku sniffles, glancing around the hallway for anyone else possibly watching before coming back to Monoma and wiping his tears away from his eyes very poorly, leaving the trails of sticky water stuck to his cheeks. "Can we not talk about it in the middle of the hallway? If Kacchan were to come by and hear me…"

The boy immediately nods, smiling crookedly as he snatches up Izuku’s wrist and forcibly yanks him up onto his feet, pulling him behind him as he walks to the bathroom he had come out of earlier with Izuku not too far behind. Once in the bathroom he pushes him into the biggest stall at the end and locks it quickly behind him, turning to Izuku to look at him expectantly. “Well? I’m not going to stand here all day, you should feel blessed that you have someone like me to help you with that barbaric excuse for a hero.”

“But, what if someone walks in?” he quietly asks, hugging his arms around his body and glancing around nervously, occasionally bringing one of his hands up to wipe at his runny nose. Monoma scoffs at him before looking at him in the eyes straightforwardly, “Look, Midoriya, I'm the best chance you have, right? So, either tell me or I'm not going to help you, quite frankly I really don’t have to, I’m taking time out of my day to pity you.”

The green-haired boy sighs, sniffling as he points to his face and rubs his hand across his cheeks and chin where the bruises Kacchan had given to him lay, darkened by the abuse Izuku had put the tissue through during his jerk-off session.

“He gave me these after what happened with Kirishima because he said I apparently didn't, in his words, do a ‘good enough’ job.”

The blonde looks delighted at the words and the explanation given about the purple marring his face, grinning and chuckling to himself as he moves forward to examine the marks. While looking he begins to speak up again to ask, “Did he really?”

“Why would I lie.” Izuku snaps at him wetly as the tears begin to spill over once again, bringing his hands up to his eyes as he cries into his hands. The other boy hums and pats him on top of the head like one would a crying child before opening the stall and leaving, telling Izuku to meet him here tomorrow at lunch. 

After the door closes behind the blonde signaling his leave, Izuku immediately stops his hiccuping and walks over to the mirror above the sinks, staring at his reflection and examining the swollen skin around his bland green eyes. Eventually, he flicks his eyes down to the bruises he had mentioned earlier and he smiles at the sight. Izuku had no clue how not one person had bothered to mention the marks to him, perhaps they had assumed that he had gotten them during the thing with Kirishima unlike Uraraka had. The girl was always stupidly observant of anything that could possibly be wrong with him.

Either way, he looks at the beautiful, eye-catching welts once more before walking out and heading down the hall to that door. He doesn't knock, entering the room quietly and looking around for a head of thick ashen blonde hair. Izuku then finds him sitting in the corner by the wall, munching on pieces of Tonkatsu with his white earbuds in. 

Izuku smiles, for real this time, at the sight of the boy and he makes his way over, plopping down next to Kacchan and resting his head on the boy’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of nitroglycerin that had soaked into the fabric of the blonde's blazer as he quietly listens to him eat. He soaks in the feeling of comfort being around Kacchan gives him, here he didn’t have to pretend and he smiles wider at that even as the blonde growls at him and savagely shoves him over onto the tile the moment Izuku had dared to try to steal some of his rice.

He whines at him playfully and pouts, begging for some on his hands and knees dramatically but the boy doesn’t budge, staying firm in his denial of gifting Izuku any food. Instead telling him to fuck off and go get some food from the cafeteria if he was that fucking hungry instead of harassing him. 

His begging doesn’t get him anything in the long run but a few more bruises from the other boy throwing him around and pushing him to get off but Izuku eventually gives up and instead decides to lay his head down on Kacchan’s lap, not moving from his spot no matter how much the blonde shoves and yells, banging his lunchbox onto his head as hard as he could to get him to roll off. Once that doesn’t end up working, he grumbles and holds his food above Izuku’s head, eating out of the container and glaring down at the curly-haired boy as he then decides to swipe the earbud that Kacchan hadn’t had in his ear to wear himself.

He smiles up at Kacchan, his cheeks dimpling as they sit in silence to the tune of a song Izuku doesn't know playing distantly in his ear. The view of the sun falling down onto the back of the blonde's head and halo-ing him with light makes Izuku, as cheesy as it sounds, lose his breath and stare, admiring the domestic sight of Kacchan eating and listening to music with him. How could his lunch be so hectic? First the fight in the cafeteria, then whatever had happened to Izuku only for him to run into Monoma, and now being able to sit with Kacchan. He wonders what Kacchan would think of what the narcissistic boy had to say about him to Izuku. Would he enjoy what Izuku is planning to do with the blonde? Would Kacchan want to watch?

“What would you do if I killed someone?” Izuku then asks out of nowhere, breaking the silence between them as he addresses the question in his head out loud, wanting a legitimate answer from the boy above him. Kacchan in turn looks down at him and stops chewing, squinting at Izuku’s face as he examines him closely to see if he's being serious or not. After looking for a long moment Kacchan looks away apparently having found what he was looking for as he continues chewing his food, mulling over the question.

“What do you think I'd do?” He instead asks back after a long pause.

What does Izuku think Kacchan would do if he killed someone? That’s an easy thing to answer. Izuku would expect Kacchan to watch him in awe from a distance and then come closer to intensely examine the body and how he did it, Kacchan was a bit of a freak like that and enjoyed knowing how things were done and how they worked, what had caused it to become like that. He then would turn to Izuku, his eyes dilated and mouth open before getting up and either going to help him rid of the evidence or simply walking away without a word to anyone. 

“I think you could possibly do a lot of things…” Izuku answers before trailing a finger of his own down the plane of the blonde’s arm in smoothing rubs, eventually softly twirling his fingertip in a circle on the pale skin. “But, I think you would watch and pretend to be shocked. You’d enjoy it.” A small smile stretches across his lips as he then takes his attention off of the boy’s arm and glances up, green finding crimson as he makes eye contact with Kacchan, “Am I right?”

The blonde doesn’t answer his question, simply relaxing further beneath him and grunting in place of a response. After swallowing, he places his chopsticks in his dish and sets it off to the side before resting his hands down at his sides on the tile, giving the boy laying on him a pointed look, “Who.”

Izuku then smirks up at him, the gap of his teeth peeking out as he clicks his tongue at the blonde, making a “tssk” noise as he playfully points his finger up at him to which the blonde furrows his eyebrows and slaps the offending limb away from him, allowing Izuku to capture the hand between his own. He plays with the fingers and smiles to himself cheekily as he responds, “That’s a surprise.”

Unamused, the blonde tugs his hand away and hits him upside the head with it, tugging on his cheek soon after to thoroughly annoy Izuku. He whines and giggles pushing up at the other boy’s face, eventually getting a good hold and squeezing Kacchan’s nose shut in an attempt to suffocate the petulant blonde as they fight, shoving and pulling at the other. 

The bell however rings, bringing their battle to a pause with Izuku now sat upon the other’s lap, his thighs wrapped around the taller's torso as Kacchan leaned over him and ground his face into the floor. They stare at each other for a moment taking in the position and Izuku smiles up at the blonde, his eyes squinting shut from the turn of his lips as he takes the time to now pet at the boy’s face, brushing his knuckles softly against his sharp jaw and pudgy cheeks.

“Is it Round face?” he tries, mummering out the guess to Izuku in the small space between them, and Izuku chuckles, entertained with the idea as he snorts into his other hand.

“I wish.” He whispers back, mimicking the way Kacchan had spoken and he leans closer, entranced by the ugly-sounding noise of the boy snickering at him. Kaccchan however sits up as he laughs, pulling Izuku’s legs with him as he packs up his leftover food and chucks the container at his head barely giving Izuku enough time to dodge the metal box flying towards him. Kacchan laughs even more at him then, mocking his face as he picks up his bag and swings it over his shoulder, soon leaving the empty classroom but not without threatening the boy to not starve or else first. 

Izuku picks up the container and quickly shoves some pork into his mouth, closing the lid as he rushes back to his classroom savoring the taste of the spicy fried meat on his taste buds. The fact that it's half eaten by the blonde makes it taste even more better though in his opinion. As he's sprint walking, he manages to take a few more bites of the mouthwatering bento lunch before reaching his class door and having to begrudgingly stash it away into his backpack at his desk moments before the bell rings signaling the start of class.

He looks around and takes note of the empty desks of Uraraka, Ashido, and Yaoyorozu as he examines the room. Many of his classmates are chatting to each other loudly, some even shouting as they talk about the fight that happened between the missing girls, explaining it to others who hadn't been there to witness it. Asui looks mildly annoyed in her seat as she rolls her eyes at the dramatic display of Hagakure acting out the fight to Jirou, Kaminari, and Sero. Kirishima cringes once he finds out that the cause of it was the incident between him and Izuku leaving him to sink down into his chair, embarrassed.

Izuku watches the behavior closely intrigued by the reaction but he's torn away from his examination of the redhead as Kaminari bounces over and throws an arm over Kacchan’s shoulders. Izuku frowns as the boy rubs up against him and chatters about the girl's fight, talking about how insane it was that they duked it out in the middle of the lunch room. He barely hears it but Mineta also makes a comment too, talking about how hot that was before getting shoved out of his chair but Izuku wasn't too sure, his attention currently hyper-focused on the display of Kaminari shoving himself all over Kacchan. It doesn't last for long though because the ash blonde grabs the offending arm and begins to twist it in an unnatural direction until the other cries out for him to let go.

Kacchan only releases his hold of the boy's arm when the loud presence of Present Mic walks into the classroom and starts screaming for everyone to quiet down, quirk activated and all. Izuku watches Kaminari walk back to his seat, sulking and in pain with a smile before he jumps up out of his seat as the man screams again, the green-haired boy then scrambling for his English notebook in panic.

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A couple of classes later Izuku's eyes dart over to the opening door of their classroom to take in the sight of Yaoyorozu, who's now sporting a fresh ring of red around her left eye from Uraraka, making her way through the door and to the back of the classroom to her desk. The anxious movement catches the attention of several of their classmates and the chatter from earlier comes back at full force as they stare and gossip indiscreetly, few actually addressing her up-front about the whereabouts of both Ashido and Uraraka and what had happened both during the fight and afterward when they had all left with Midnight.

The girl's eyes flicker from the door she had come from and then to the different faces of the teenagers surrounding her with anxiety, a grimace forming on her face in dread as she pales at the amount of attention being placed on her from what had happened hours earlier. The scrutiny doesn't last for long however because soon after Iida jumps to her defense to quiet them and have them sit back down, putting an end to the unrelentless questions and that's the end of it but Izuku expects to see more of it later with the way a handful of eyes stare back at her eagerly. 

It bores Izuku after a long while of watching the way they intensely peer back at her and the way she fiddles with her blazer's sleeve and continues to awkwardly look around to the walls around her to avoid their gaze in response. He then turns to look off to the side to the window beside him versus how he previously had been peeking over from the corner of his eye to not draw attention to himself, to begin staring at the trees below and the branch littered with leaves and flowers outside of the thick glass. 

Kacchan’s hair sits in the darkening side of his vision as he looks on, subconsciously watching as the boy shifts in his seat and occasionally twists his neck to the side to possibly relieve any ache there, leaning back in his chair towards Izuku and exposing the pale skin on the back of his neck that lay beneath his collar. Kacchan later begins to twirl around his pen between his fingers and bounces it up and down to some sort of beat he has in his head as he leans his plush cheek against the arm of his he had propped up beside him on the desktop. 

Tst, tst, pause-, tst, tst, tssst, and repeat.

The pattern bounces around in his head until the green-haired boy begins to lightly brush his fingers upon the smooth wood of the desk to the beat, staying in tune with the blonde ahead of him, soft tapping accompanied by the pitter that Kacchan causes with every hit he makes against the pages of the notebook in front of him.