The day has passed in a blur. After I went back to my dorm room, I cried myself to sleep like some pathetic wimp and woke up a few hours later to eat something. My usually wrinkled uniform has gotten even worse since I had slept in it, so there was nothing better to do than to iron it in the laundry room. By the time I was done, I found that school was over and everyone would be back by now.
Would that include him?
I shook off the thought and went up to my room. When the elevator doors opened my lungs stopped working. My brain couldn't process what my eyes were seeing.
Deku was leaning against my door and talking to Kirishima.
I dropped my freshly ironed uniform and sprinted down the hallway, my mind screaming at me but I couldn't understand why. When I got to them I wedged myself in-between them, facing Deku. Kiri stumbled back a bit, surprised from my sudden entrance, but Deku just smirked.
"I was wondering where you were, Kacchan! How are you? Kirishima here told me you were sick." He tilted his head and smiled, his innocent green eyes catching the light.
"Kiri, go back to your dorm. I need to talk to Deku alone." I kept eye contact, and his sparkling green were doing things to me I couldn't even start to explain. It was pathetic.
"Wha- Bakugo? What wrong? Why did he call you Kacchan, do you know each other? And who the heck is Deku?" Poor Kirishima looked so confused.
"I said go. I'll explain everything to you later, just walk away." Kirishima's eyes darted in-between us, visibly concerned, but finally left, scratching his neck. I felt bad to kick him out, but this was between me and Deku.
"Aww, wanted me all to yourself, did you, Kacchan?" He leaned forward a bit, his face all I could see. I shook my head and stepped to the side, opening the door to my room.
"Inside. Now. We need to talk." I stepped inside and waited for him to enter. As he did, I closed the door.
"Oh-hoh, inviting me into your room already? How forward, Kacchan ~" he smirked again and sat on my bed. That's when I noticed that he looked a bit different. His messy green hair was a bit shorter and fluffier than usual, his uniform was freshly ironed and his bottoms and boots polished and shining. He looked almost... Tame and domestic. Like a regular school boy. I had the sudden urge to kiss him, but I squashed that down quick.
"Keep your lewd thoughts to yourself, Deku. We're going to talk. First of all, why are you here? At UA, I mean. I thought you hated this place." I sat in my desk chair across from him and tried my best to glare, but he seemed unaffected. Or maybe into it.
"Because you're here, Kacchan! When principal Nezu first proposed it to me, I thought he was crazy. But then he said I would be in the same class as you. How could I refuse? The thought of a proper high school romance with the guy of my dreams, hehe. How perfect does that sound?" He smiled, a genuinely happy smile, and leaned forward with his elbows in his knees and his chin in his hands. He looked f***ing adorable.
I looked away to hide the blush in my face, but kept talking. "Ok, but then what? Are you gonna reform? I thought you liked being a villain and all."
"Oh, Kacchan. I like being whatever gets me the closest to you. I was a villain to survive. If I was alive, then I could get closer to you. If I was a classmate, I could get even closer. And if you'll like me better reformed, than I'll be a saint. I really do love you, Kacchan."
The words hit like a punch to the gut. The blush I was trying to tame was now out of my control. He was doing all this for me?
"Deku. I can't accept this. I know you think what you're doing is noble and all, but I cant accept this. What do you want? You can't just put your life on the back burners to make me happy. Do you genuinely want this, or did you just put your happiness aside for me? Again?" I looked at him then, still blushing a bit, but with tears in my eyes this time. He was pushing away his own wants and happiness to make me happy just like in middle school. Just like when he jumped. I couldn't let that happen again.
Deku stared at me blankly for a second, before closing his eyes and laying back on my bed. After a long silent moment, he opened them again.
"Kacchan. I'm going to be honest with you, and with myself for the first time in a while. I never wanted to be a villain, and I never wanted to jump. This faint moment of lucidity won't last long, so bear with me. In middle school, I was sad and desperate. Then I went a bit crazy. I still am a bit crazy, I mean my priorities are all out of wack and nothing makes sense. But, Kacchan," he looked at me then, tears in his perfect eyes. "The only thing that ever made sense or brought me back to reality, was you. Thinking of you. Dreaming of you. Seeing you. And I know that my priorities are all wrong and that I can't keep a thought straight in a constant state of psychosis but... There is only one thing I know for certain I want. And I want to be near you. You can say you just want to be friends, or you can say you don't want to talk to me and I'll accept that. But just let me be close to you. While I figure everything else out, I know that I need to be close to you. It makes me sane. You make me sane, Kacchan."
By the time he finished talking, both of us were crying. I stood up and walked over to Deku, and pulled him up in a feiece hug, his shaking form braces by mine. He hugged me back and cried into my shoulder. At some point, we had flipped over and we're cuddling on my bed. When Deku stopped crying he looked up at me with large green eyes. And fir the first time, they looked the same as middle school. I brought up a hand to cup his freckled cheek and he leaned into it and smiled. I smiled back.
And then I kissed him.